The Frog

there was a frog in the kitchen …
 

actually under closer inspection there were a couple of them. One with black beady eyes and much larger than the one on its back. I thought their visit to my kitchen was to help remove the last of the flying ants from the floor that needed to be swept away, from the invasion the night before. But, under close inspection, it may have been that they needed a little quiet time away from the rest of nature to get their love on. … in my kitchen… I just couldn’t aide in such a rendezvous, so I woke rob to enlist him in “la amour amphibious” evacuation. Out came the broom and off they hopped, with Zeus not far behind, to the babbling brook at the bottom end of the garden. It really is more romantic down there dont you think?

a frog in the home symbolises fertility and I have heard such happenings are to bring the home good luck. The Cottage sure could do with some of that right now. I am turning a blind eye to the fact that they were actually in the throws of passion while we were quietly showing them the back door. They bare news of transformation and transition of the prosperous kind. So, knowing this I do feel some form of relief that there may be some kind reprieve in the future. Secretly, I will be keeping this in my mindset as the onslaught of doctors bills start arriving from my hospital stay, a few weeks back.

the fourth raised kitchen garden bed is in without incident. Although there have been inquisitive Vervet eyes peering on at the activities from the Leopard Trees. The Aubergines and Capsicum seed have all rooted and we have an abundant amount of seedlings that need to be thinned and replanted. There will be ample harvest of both in the months to come.

i have started part five, Gravity, of Alice Hoffman’s The Rules of Magic. I find myself unable to to place it down to rest. If it were not for our smallest Wild flower teaching me the art of patience and balance between adding rows to her Tunic, devouring words from my book, family time and home chores, my world would be in a mighty shambles . Where nothing would be done but for turning of the last page of the last book.

the final day of the fourth term of the school year is almost upon us. The boys are elated and counting down the sleeps to the Summer Holiday. I am still in a dazed bewilderment at how fast this year has come and gone. They have worked so hard, academically, and this break is welcomed dearly.

it seems that Mother Nature has decided that we should have slightly warmer weather again this weekend. We went from highs that crept over 35 in the beginning of the week to dearest mighty Woden bringing in snow to the Drakensburg – on his day of the week.

It is with certainty that I have concluded that Mother Nature is indeed suffering from bipolar. Lighting a candle for those in need during this time of absurd flash floods and wickedly high humidity.

 ps… a sweet little moment captured with the flying ant invasion a few nights back and a orb that was happily dancing among us – did you see it?  https://youtu.be/iZG3NsKUOjg