Baby Emil and Andreas were doing well, but Jan and Rene was struggling to come to terms with Nina's death. Jan was not himself, and I could see that his work was suffering, and when he told me that his partner Mark was worried because he didn't get any further with his work, and I spoke to him about it, he told me that he was not interested in where the company went. That was so unlike him, as he is a meticulous person, both in his private life and his work.

He is a chemical engineer, who is an expert on bio-gas, and also water cleaning, but the bio-gas is his big interest, and he had already spoken all over the world at seminars, and just loved to talk about his work.so this kind of lethargy was strange to me, but I also had to take into consideration his loss. On the other hand, he had three kids to provide for, and that in South Africa is expensive, specially because when going to high school, they have to board.
Time was going on, and Emil was growing very fast. I put him on his stomach, with a toy just out of his

reach, and he was trying very hard to get to it, but kept on going backwards instead of forward, and landed underneath the chair behind him constantly, and from there he would put up a racket that make me run at full speed to rescue the wee one.
He was an amazing child, and as I said to my friend Louise, God was kind, and knew what he was doing, as the little one had one tooth after the other without any fever, or ear-ache, or crying. Also, he never moaned to go to sleep, just drank his bottle, and when I put him in the cot, he would smile while I cover him, and nothing was heard from him till six in the morning.
But he had quite a temper, and I dared not let him see his bottle, and maybe found it to warm, and then take it away to cool down more! He would scrunch up his little face, and screamed so loudly and lustily, that he would go blue in the face. Gave me a scare in the beginning, but I just laughed at him, and told him calmly that his bottle was too warm. Of course he didn't understand, but as time went on, he realized that the bottle would actually come back again.
It was now nearing the end of October, and the temperatures were lifting, and it was quite pleasant during the day, although the nights were still very cold. But the roads were lined with German Camomile, that was brought here by the missionaries from Germany, and it was an amazing sight and I meant to harvest quite a lot this year. Before I was never back in time from Scotland, as I went to visit my sister and daughter Trienkie before coming home.The previous years my whole place was covered with the Camomile, albeit a wee bit dead by the time I came home, but this year the kikuju grass had taken over everything because of the lot of rain we had., but luckily the cattle and horses graze away on the grass growing oalong the road, leaving the Camimile to flourish.