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Please be patient with me…

I am so enjoying this new world of blogging – I am meeting wonderful likeminded folk from all corners of the world and I’m loving every encounter. Please be patient with me as I find my way around – I am somewhat hopeless at building my blogging page, having failed miserably in my attempt to draw up a blogroll and find a widget for the weekly photo challenge (which I delight in!) – My writing tends to be long winded and my photos “land” wherever they want to splat on the page like bird poo – exactly not where I was wanting the to be… My virgo tendencies are very strong – I love precision and orderliness but I am afraid for now I am clutching at straws but… I am hanging in there and I will get better! 😉

This BigMomma Cow is to my mind the epitome of patience. Quietly she stands, for hours each day, ruminating the deli grasses she selects from the smorgasbord of Kalahari grassland where we ranch cattle. Her calf as you can see from the pics is already strong and determined and boisterous… and very, very hungry! In fact it’s almost time to wean this Guzzle-Guts  so that Big Momma does not get too thin during the dry winter months.


The monster machine rattles and clatters in an endless march up and down death row with thrashing jaws…

I am always inspired by poetry as the many pupils I have taught will testify to – I would save the longer more complex poems for the arduous late afternoon sessions in the sure knowledge that I would be energised and inspired – and in the hopes that my enthusiasm would be contagious to the pupils who were longing for the school day to end so they could get on with the urgent business of living and loving… I like to think I sometimes got it right to make learning meaningful and FUN!

Something Old:

Ah Sunflower, weary of time,

Who countest the steps of the sun;

Seeking after that sweet golden clime

Where the traveller’s journey is done;

Where the Youth pined away with desire,

And the pale virgin shrouded in snow,

Arise from their graves, and aspire

Where my Sunflower wishes to go!

William Blake

 Something New:

Extracted from a Sunflower Sutra, Allen Ginsberg, Berkeley, 1955

—- and the gray Sunflower poised against the sunset,

crackly bleak and dusty with the smut and smog

and smoke of olden locomotives in its eye–

corolla of bleary spikes pushed down and broken like

a battered crown, seeds fallen out of its face,

soon-to-be-toothless mouth of sunny air, sunrays

obliterated on its hairy head like a dried

wire spiderweb,

leaves stuck out like arms out of the stem, gestures

from the sawdust root, broke pieces of plaster

fallen out of the black twigs, a dead fly in its ear,

Unholy battered old thing you were, my sunflower O

my soul, I loved you then!


Sunflower Soldiers

Sunflower Soldiers

With heads bowed the old sunflower soldiers stand waiting for the end…

Farm folk delight my heart!

What a priveledge it is to travel around our beautiful country meeting the industrious people who live close to the earth. I encounter such hardworking spiritual souls with wonderful values who know what it is to labour and sweat in the fields and food gardens – but they are also able to know moments of pleasure enjoying the fruits of their labour with family and friends! What can be more satisfying than eating what you have produced!ImageImage