Girl fairy helper is blowing out the candles on her birthday cake – she is four – when she spots him. “Buck,” she says. Buck (antelope), indeed. At first, I think he is a bushbuck, but it turns out that
Usually, we buy three newspapers a week: the Mail & Guardian on Friday, the local Daily Dispatch on Saturday, and the Sunday Times on, well, Sunday. The rest of the time, we read the news online. V uses newspapers, as
On weekends, V likes to get busy in the kitchen. It’s his “down-time”, he says. He picks whatever chillis he can find in the garden and turns them into sauces of varying heat. And he bakes bread. Chilli plants of
Easter eggs, Swiss chocolate and a house (and garden) oozing with family from all over the place are not the only joys at this time of the year. All that quaffing of wine under the trees and around the fire
It’s as I am reaching for the chives that I detect, out of the corner of my eye, a slight movement on the fence of the vegetable garden – a snake, a long, very thin, green thing with black markings.
The milkwood tree has been a constant in my life for as long as I remember. The trees grow prolifically in the coastal dune forests of the Wild Coast in the former Transkei “bantustan”, where I grew up. As we
Today, the sun made a brief appearance before the rain came down again. But I picked some flowers – strelitzia and other pretty things – and this corner of the kitchen looks like sunshine to me. It’s no surprise that
Living here, on the south-eastern edge of South Africa, we experience some really wild weather. I once watched a black thing ooze over the sea from the west; it took about 10 minutes to reach us, and it was vicious.
Not that long ago, I clawed and sweated my way along the corporate ladder. This was the done thing, so it seemed, and I worked hard to meet the goals that my society taught me were good. When I was