Last week, this funny, sweet floofie-bum turned one. He celebrated with his best friend, Millie, who joined our family in May this year. They bring us such joy.
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In February, this little creature came into our lives.

Hello!
Born in early November last year, he arrived from the breeder a bit worse for wear: our local vet confirmed he was underweight and treated him for an evidenced flea infestation and a suspected case of worms.

Little Mangy Mouse
But with lots of TLC (not to mention sleep and food)…




..he’s thriving.


Such a funny, sweet creature, who chirrups and chats away. Considering Mainecoons can reach up to 16kg, let’s hope he stays that way 🙂 .
Weekly Photo Challenge: Express Yourself

Wild Child on her wedding day
the Wild Child does things
her way; crazy, gorgeous bride
magical wedding
OOO
For more entries to this week’s WPC, see The Daily Post.
Warm

Morning moon over Miyajima Island
See how the earth tips to the left?
This is my heart: a summer solstice
of all the love I’ve been given.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Dreamy

Sleeping Lovers – Tokyo Subway
Heads together, each propping the other up, these sleeping young lovers were no doubt in a dreamy place of their own.
For more entries to the Dreamy theme, see The Daily Post.
Lena Maree
Tonight,
I think of my maternal grandmother,
(Chelsea buns, vetkoek, hugs to save the world)
passed some 30-odd years ago –
“Kari, Kari…”, her loving voice as I drift to sleep
and remember that stark day
she fell crossing the road
outside the Durban Museum
And I, five, thinking she was dead,
screamed!
But she did not let go
of my hand, and smiled
in her usual, generous way
as strangers helped her to her feet.
Always the comforter of souls –
Sweet, wonderful Lena Maree.
WPC: Joy
I confess, I love road trips, but only if there aren’t too many people involved in the planning, logistics and execution. I enjoy taking them with my mum – even though we disagree on a few fundamentals of life, we travel well together – and my husband, who is the subject of this photo. Travelling with the people I love is one of my great joys in life. For more entries to this WPC, see The Daily Post.
Weeky Photo Challenge: Good Morning, Big 5Oh!
“If one is lucky enough to be blessed with good health, growing older shouldn’t be something to complain about. It’s not a surprise, we knew it was coming−make the most of it.”
Betty White
“Just remember that a 6-year-old would get tired from doing a lot of what you do. I don’t see no 6-year-olds walking the golf course! Hell no!”
My niece Jayde
For more entries to last week’s WPC, see The Daily Post
Weekly Photo Challenge: An Unusual Point of View
There is traffic
and, then, there
is a galaxy. Traffic does not move
at the speed of light, like a flash
of rage. Step into space
without the gravity suit
and you will see
there is traffic
and the oh so important
corporate man
and, then, there is the universe. I don’t look
at the pegs as I hang
out the washing. I look
for you
beyond the moon.
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For more entries to this week’s photo challenge, see The Daily Post.
Creosote
Is the scent
of an ancestor’s skull kicked
down a bush runway –
an elephant remembers
bones and dust,
the echo of hyena
comedy nights, jaws
on buffalo bones
chalk and dust,
a tall silhouette beyond the runway –
a blind man – inhales the dusk
for ghost-lions
before crossing to light
the camp fire
blood and dust
in the dark, leopards
gaze at embers
of an ancient story
fate throws the bones,
a plane flies
into a hillside
flesh and blood,
bones and dust,
and creosote.
Sunny side up

Image via http://www.sxc.hu
“Breakfast tomorrow?”
“Yes.
“Our little weekend rituals
make me happy,
secure.
And prevent me from running
from the planet, screaming.”
OK, maybe I didn’t articulate that last line, hehe.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Nostalgic
‘Science of Nostalgia: It was first thought to be a “neurological disease of essentially demonic cause,” but it turns out that nostalgia is good for your brain. And there’s science to prove it.‘
More of this article in The New York Times
I took this (rather overexposed) photo of my nieces cooking dinner around 20 years ago when we all still lived on the African continent. We had given one of them a children’s cookbook for Christmas, and they invited us over for dinner—a three-course meal—which they cooked using recipes from the book. They were such sweet, funny munchkins – still are 😉
For more entries to this week’s photo challenge, see The Daily Post.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Companionable
Every couple of years, my mum gets on a plane and travels 12,000kms across the globe to visit us. We always try to do a girlie road-trip to a different part of the country while she is here and, this year, we headed down to Thredbo, where she was able to cross ‘Standing in snow’ off her bucket list (and I made her eat some, just for good measure ;-)).
Above is us on our way down on the ski-lift after sinking into the lovely, powdery stuff below.
For more entries to this week’s photo challenge, see The Daily Post.
Love’s Journey

Image via http://www.sxc.hu
We know
it’s our unclaimed baggage
at the station,
more than a few lockers full.
We don’t go there,
travel light,
well enough,
without it.
But impossible journeys
plague
our dreams.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Comfort
I sleep in; you are gone when I wake,
but here in our kitchen,
in the egg in the pan
to be boiled,
the GF bread
already once-toasted,
Vivalto Lungo
in the Nespresso machine (eat your heart out, George),
I find you
It is this that keeps me
these minutiae of love,
all the comfort
I need
A day at the office
Under the fluorescent lights,
she takes him
through the details of the report,
but he is undone
by her scent
and thinks, instead,
of them as one, his lips
on hers, silencing
the banality of profit peaks and dips;
of her sensible shoes carelessly
discarded in a tell-tale trail;
of liberating her
chastised fireball hair
into a cascading
mess across his chest;
of her scent, illicit, on his thighs…
“Do you have any questions?”
He sighs ,
“Sorry, can you repeat that. I was distracted by the cost blowout in the 3rd quarter.”
Under the flourescent lights,
his devil-dark eyes
intoxicate her, the arousing effects
of his easy smile
and casual wearing of perfect clothes,
undiminished In the rude glare,
but, she knows
dreams of them are hopeless; he barely
notices her when they meet;
he isn’t even listening now as she speaks:
“Do you have any questions?”
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