We had a fab New Year’s Eve with friends, counting down with India at 20h30... J
This afternoon Murray went mountain biking and I drove out with the boys to meet him for tea under a tree on the side of a farm road, in the middle of lush, rolling, highveld countryside. What a beautiful slice of unexpected tranquillity – the sluggish buzz of insects, the sun and breeze on Scotty’s chubby arms and legs, Cam running barefoot in the dust and grass.
‘i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes’
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes’
- ee cummings
‘God writes the gospel not in the Bible alone, but on trees and flowers and clouds and stars.’
- Martin Luther
‘To sit in the shade on a fine day and look upon verdure is the most perfect refreshment.’
- Jane Austen
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