These photos - and this post - have been sitting in my drafts for a week.
Let me explain: not only was June the first anniversary of The Husband's death, but I seem to have copped either Covid or swine flu. Given the loss of taste and brain fog as well as the fact that most of the (other) symptoms were the same as a friend who tested positive, the consensus is Covid.
It's taken three weeks to recover during which I had no option but to push through: I had an urgent project to move from inception to the end of step 1. Mercifully, I could do it in splendid isolation at my desk. In my own time.
Last Saturday - full moon, and the day after the solstice - I was mostly recovered. Recovered enough to notice the moonset and the sunrise.
It was the moon that caught me, first. As I stepped out of the house at 7am to start baking the bakkie (pick-up/ute) for the market.
And then when I looked to the east, this is what I saw:
Then probably 15 minutes later, and using the night setting on my phone camera, the moon had all but set in the west:
And, of course, the sun continued to rise.
Th morning light was gorgeous.
The flowering aloes, picking up the orange light, and the heavy dew...
I keep on saying I want to be writing more, but I simply haven't been inspired. The Husband's birthday is next week. My second without him. Another hump. And other stuff in between, and which I may (or not) write. In time.
Until next time
Fiona
The Sandbag House
McGregor, South Africa
Photo: Selma
Post script
If this post might seem familiar, it's because I'm still re-vamping old recipes. As I do this, I am adding them in a file format that you can download and print. If you download recipes, buy me a coffee. Or better yet, a glass of wine....?
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