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A few months ago I had a post about a family weekend in the mountains. (here) I also posted photos of the horses at the Youth with a Mission station where we visited John and Debbie at the time. I also mentioned there how, even though I love all creatures, I am absolutely petrified of horses. I cannot ride a horse (even though I took part in and completed a 60km/4o mile cross-country horse safari a few years ago) and I have no desire to ride a horse.
John, our oldest son, seems to take after me. (My husband is an accomplished equestrian, although he, like me and our children, prefers "iron horses" these days) Scrolling through some of Debbie's photos last night, I came across this scene above and almost fell off my office chair with laughter! There are other photos following this one, where John has our grandson on the horse in front of him. I tried to work out what he was doing in this photo.I'm wondering if I should ask him.
Coming home to South Africa in mid-September was a real blessing for me. All the fruit trees were in flower, the grass was beginning to sprout green shoots and the shrubs and perennials were bursting into fresh foliage and flower.
I walked outside on Thursday and found Eddy sporting a pansy corsage. Our older granddaughter who loves flowers, picked a bloom and tucked it into Eddy's collar!
Gradually over the past fortnight the garden has become soft and lush. Last week we had 20mm of rain which arrived with perfect timing. John and I had planted a selection of vegetable seeds and as well as planting out two perennial basil plants which I'd grown from slips during the winter months.