On 2 January I went to the beach with my neighbour. He’s an avid surfer and came knocking on my door first thing to join him for the day. To give some background, my plan had originally been to go to the beach on 1 January, but in the coastal areas of South Africa, that is one of the few days of the year that it seems everyone and their friend is at the beach. Thousands of people descend upon the beach, making traffic and finding parking and a little spot on the beach a veritable nightmare. So postponing this outing for one day seemed reasonable.
The water situation in the Cape is pretty dire at the moment, to say the least. Not only have we not had enough rain in the last two winters, but we’ve had some pretty hectic mountain fires in the last week or so, which of course use up a lot of water to kill.
And then, worse than that, are the people who think the water restrictions don’t apply to them. I cannot stress enough how much people need to let go of some comforts at this time. It is quite possible for anyone to do, but requires a small shift in thought and habits. Here are some things I have been doing for some time, and some I have started doing in the last month. They are not difficult and the discomfort level is marginal at first. After a while, you realise that you are one lucky cookie having water so readily accessible, unlike most people in the same municipal district you live in.
Speaking of discomfort levels. They will be exponentially worse once the water does run out.
I haven’t written about my garden in ages. Partly because I’ve been working in it whenever I’ve had the opportunity (lots, if you make the effort!), partly because I’ve been studying after hours and then partly because I’ve been enjoying the few moments I’ve had free having a social life. As one does. However, I reckon it’s about time I just sped you all up on what’s going on.
Since we last cast an eye soilwards, summer has seemingly arrived early here in the Winelands, prematurely booting spring off her floral throne. It’s been hot and dry already and that’s only supposed to kick in in a month or so. Roughly six months ago, I had only one raised bed made and installed and nary a vegetable in sight.
I love trees. No wait. I fucking LOVE trees.
If I had to pick my favourite thing in nature, it would be trees. And I have many favourite things in nature! If I could live in a tree, I would. I can stare at them for hours. Touch them, sit underneath them and be happy instantly. Listen to them for even longer, when the wind blows through their leaves and the sounds that bring me peace and fuel my imagination. Continue reading
Something’s been brewing in the back of my mind lately, and I thought I’d just put it out there. Kind of see what the feedback is, and perhaps manage to lodge a thought or two in a few other minds. The kind of thought that leads to positive action.
So, here we go.