ninety three

 

17 April. I am so grateful today that my town girls got a real taste of country. Ok, a very stylish Sandi and Pete Olive farm taste of country but nonetheless. We had eggs for breakfast collected by Kate and Jem, amongst much screeching and much hilarity, they road on the back of the bakkie unrestrained down the farm roads, they picked olives,they got scratched, the played with the dogs, they got dirty, very very dirty, they went to the press, they tasted the first nectar as it was pressed, they helped empty the buckets  and load the crates, they sat astride the tractor. They slept.

ninety two

 

16 April. I love quiver trees. I always have. I’ve always wanted a home with a quiver tree. I am so grateful I got to spend time today amongst the quiver trees at Sandi and Pete’s Olive farm. They make me feel quiet. They make me feel still. I loved being still in this little slice of heaven today.

ninety one

 

I am grateful that a little cherub called Coco, thinks I am her fairy godmother. It is truly wonderful to spend time, even if only once a year with my dear friend Y and her family, especially when it feels like no time has passed. Not even for the children. I am honoured to be little Chloe’s (my real name is Coco) godmother, and am determined to find my wand before her next visit.

ninety

 

There is a marked difference to my visit back to South Africa this year. Now I am grateful to say that most places know what a flat white is. I no longer have to order a latte in a cup not a glass with a double shot of espresso sort of thing, or a cappuccino but without the foam or sprinkles. And today Sandi and I went to The Old Biscuit Mill in Woodstock and I am grateful for the best cup of coffee I have had here to date. From a little company that only does flat whites. Perhaps this is still home after all.

eighty nine

 

Jem loves animals. I know Jem loves Jayde, her sweet little fancy rat, a lot. But I know Jem  would prefer a little dog just like Badger. Jem and Kate have gained a lot in our move and our sort of limbo lifestyle currently, but have also sacrificed a lot. So today not only am I grateful for the moment I witnessed between Jem and Badger, but for the wonderful daughters we have. And for how much they teach us, every single day.

eighty seven

11 April. I am grateful for the sunset this evening. Not any sunset, but a sunset over the sea. I never realised how much I had missed it until now. Where we are now the sun rises over the sea. It never sets.  I am also grateful for another homecoming. Being with Sandi and Pete in Kommetjie is just perfect. I never realised how much I had missed it until now.

eighty six

10 April. I am grateful to have had the opportunity to enjoy a spectacular offering of The Phantom of the Opera with my family. And in particular my girls. I loved how moved they were by it, but even more so by the empathy and compassion shown by Kate at the young man begging in the street on a cold night with only a blanket for company as we left the theatre. At the unfairness of it all. At the sad jolt of reality. I only wished I could find the words to stop her tears. It is just not right.

eighty five

 

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Today I am grateful for the unexpected pleasure of the most delicious cabernet from the year of Kate’s birth. An extended family and friends lunch at Graham and Sonja is always a gift. Not only for the always perfect fillet, the laughter and sharing, but for the belonging. And the knowledge that the world really is very small. But most especially for that never depleted cellar filled with the most exquisite wines.

taboo

Never mind whether they’re 6 or 60, it’s always about the penis. I so wish I could claim this comment, but it belongs to Lynn, my other sister. This in response to Kate updating my family on the saga of her teenage love life. Or to set the record straight, the fact that she didn’t want one. And us all trying to explain why boys behave the way they do. Why men do. Lynn’s bloody right. But what I loved about the comment was less the truth but the fact that it was shared at breakfast with ages ranging from 7 to 74. We truly do all have a relationship of honesty, raw honesty. I know this will shock some but the ensuing hilarity was just utterly fabulous. Especially at my mom using the opportunity to educate her granddaughters even further. I know this may be unusual, even a tad controversial, but nothing has ever been taboo in our family, the table is always a safe place to talk about anything. Open and honest, with clear appropriate explanations and clear consistent boundaries. And a lot of laughs. For me it demonstrates one of my core beliefs … it’s not what you say, but what you do that counts. Don’t be scared to use words, to speak your mind, to share what you’ve heard, to speak in front of your children, to teach them in an open honest appropriate way, to encourage them to share, to learn from others. As long as the words are used with respect, and not to denigrate. To share truth. And really, what could be truer?