Starting from scratch.

The Great Reset (of 2020), in 2021

Stage Fright – This is what I have this morning. I have not written in a few weeks, and now I’m staring at a blank sheet of paper. But its OK, sentence one is done (and now, sentence two). And that is how you get through a troublesome week in an industry that COVID has not quite killed off completely yet. That is also how you get through advanced level of studies, that will only end in October. By starting, and by taking a knee, and then starting again.

We are 20 days short of our lock down 1 year anniversary. It seems like a good time to take a knee. Slow down, check your status and your surrounds, and start up again.

Today’s taking a knee, consists of my first impressions for the day.

Creativity got a breath of fresh air, and I should be done with Francois’ octopus by the end of the day. Sorry for the delay to the first grandson in a family of grand daughters who all had their octopi by the time they were born. That may be a good photo story – the octopi and their caretakers.

Being environmentally sensitive and trying to reduce waste can be pretty. I found these delightful teas at our local Zero Waste store.

Zero-Waste (zerowastestore.com.na)

(No – I don’t earn any commission from the link, but I do hope I score some more waste reduction brownie points).

Taking the time to capture some thoughts, rants, or memories seems to be catching. I finally managed to convince dad to capture his childhood time capsule memories, and from the few I’ve heard, I think it is going to be quite funny. Imagine being smacked by a bunch of Ouma’s prize winning Kanna’s, trying to run away from your due reprimand, in a tiny garden.

One may think its just boring stuff to others, but reading through Grandpa’s autobiography was fascinating. Who knew that this proper English gentleman, who guarded Grandma’s infamous tea trolley and its cakes (with the grown up cakes on a different level that the kids’ cakes), was such a hell raiser in the muddy quagmire of Hopton Road. And later, repairing the telephone exchange stations after each bombing raid.

My technical garden advisor is on leave in the North, but I am happy to report that we are able to maintain a fair crop of corn. It is a bit of a struggle though, to keep the ground squirrels away from the ground nuts planted in between the mielies.

Anyone see “Children of the Corn?

This plantation does mean the guest unit will move off the yard, but why not. We have space.

Then there is this keyboard. I know why E is in the state it is in, but what did F7 do?

I’m happy to report that the produce is starting to bring in some cash. Brinjals, rainbow peppers, Chilimelade and Japanese Mustard Pesto.

The sourdough mother plant is ready to produce the fresh baked wholewheat bread sandwiches that we enjoy for breakfast on the journey back to “the city” early Monday morning.

And we have our first born calf – Welcome Valentino. You win a portion of pesto if you can guess when he was born.

Talking about cows, we caught Mable supping off Daisy! She is a cow! Perhaps not the brightest of the lot, but very friendly, and very photogenic.

I’ll end on that pretty and productive note – The WiFi is frustrating slow today, as it had been for the last few weekends, and I’m losing my carefully crafted thread of thought waiting for the upload of the visual part of today’s blog.

Have a good week everyone!