I woke up this morning, disoriented, not sure if I am dreaming I am ducking bombs at Pearl Harbor, or whether there was some crazed pilot hell-bent on committing suicide by flying into my house! As Kobus had just left for work, I phoned him, too scared to look out a window, only to be told that at the unholy hour of 6 am, the pilot employed to spray the mealie crops, was doing his thing around my house. Slowly, carefully I drew the curtains, still hiding my naked, sleepy body, only to duck furiously as this little yellow plane was heading straight for my bedroom window!! I had thoughts of my mangled body having to be retrieved from little yellow pieces of wreckage running through my head, before he swiftly lifted that plane and heaven knows, missed the tree-tops I am sure by inches!
It has been some time since I wrote here, as I needed to mourn the passing of my beloved dogs, especially my companion for the past 12 years, Bonjo. I threw myself into my work, visited Cape Town again to see clients, and came back a bit more refreshed.
So, the little yellow plane brought some much-needed entertainment into my life, and I ran around the house, at least after donning a gown, capturing these amazing photos. I also include some pics of my one black twin cat – Midnite, who never passes up an opportunity to accompany the dogs and I on a walk around the land. We also had some welcome rain, after a very long, dry winter. My garden is green again, the mealies are beautiful, and everything is washed clean.
Enjoy the photos – I love them!