I had to go to Capetown for a wedding, but was reluctant to leave just at this time, as the fruit was all ripe, and my tomatoes had just started to go red. To me it is such a big schlep to leave my garden that I had worked so hard in, and spent so much time just when it was time to harvest.
I have told my kids that the past Xmas was the last time that I would go to them, as the apricots and plums ripened in December, and this past Xmas I had lost all my plums, and could only salvage a small amount of ripening apricots before I left, and couldn't make enough jams and chutneys to last the whole year. I always keep a few jars or friends and family who came to visit. Was a teeny bit upset!
The wedding was nice, as it was a bit otherwise, the service not held in a church as is the custom, but in a gazebo in a park. The wind was a wee bit nasty, and just when they had to state that they would love, honor and obey, a gust flared up, almost lifting the gazebo, and the loving couple, into the air.
It was also a sad weekend, as one of my oldest, and most loyal friends died, leaving quite a big gap in my life, and instead of rushing home on Monday, I stayed till Wednesday for the funeral.
I thought that all my veggies would be dead as doornails from heat and thirst, but they lived up to the hardship, and survived beautifully, and I harvested a huge amount of cherry tomatoes that were beautifully red!
While in Capetown, my son got fed-up with me and my old brick of a fone, and he bought me a new touch screen, evil looking machine! After sitting with me for ages, trying to drum all the mysteries of this thing into my brain, I told him that I was sorry, but did not understand a word of what he said. I did understand something here and there, even managed to send a whassup or whatever message to the family, but of the other wonders of this bally thing I understood zilch!
Now I am home, and I am as mixed up as a bally smoothy, and I think the poor fone's tin brain must be even worse! Then the bally thing decided to ring, and although Jan had shown me how to answer it, I forgot to press on the wee fone sign, then drag it to the middle. After the sixth time, I was really harrassed, and screamed at this thing that I was tired of its ........., and going to smash it on the ............ wall, not knowing that Trienkie had in the meantime given the fone to her youngest for a minute when the doorbell went!
So!!!! Jan believes his mum is stupid, Trienkie is very, very cross with me, as her three year old Stephan loved my language so much that he is walking through the house chanting the naughty words over and over!
But, I am sure that sometime soon I will master this evil thing, but for the time being I put my sym card in the old fone if I want to send a txt message!!