Bea’s second Birthday(2018). YELLOW bee.
https://nadiamerrillphotography.wordpress.com/2019/08/15/a-photo-a-week-challenge-yellow-2/
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Tag: Love
Waiting, waiting
My son has his workshop in my garage. I usually take him some coffee or have a chat with him while working. Trompie always goes with me. At times I’ll go in on my own.
Trompie waits patiently for me.
Trompie Groomed!
Pampoen – Steve Hofmeyer
Ek verlang na my liefste se skouer om net n oomblik gekoester te word.
https://www.flashlyrics.com/lyrics/steve-hofmeyr/pampoen-97
Sing, sing jou woorde teen my vas
Bring, jou hele lewe in ‘n tas
Vat ‘n trein na Bloemfontein
En die 506 na Petrus Steyn
En as jy wil, vat daar ‘n bicycle
Volg, volg die grondpad teen die bult
Hol, oor die velde as jy wil
Hier wag ek die jare om
Vir ‘n stofwolk op die horison
Of iets soortgelyk, wat soos jy lyk
KOOR
Ek’t nog ‘n vrot pampoen en ‘n stukkende skoen
En ‘n trekker wat se tyres lek
Vir alles wat ek aan jou gedoen het
Kom jy by my intrek
Ek’t nog ‘n vrot pampoen en ‘n stukkende skoen
En ‘n plaas wat ek afbetaal
Vir alles wat ek aan jou gedoen het
Kom jy om my te haal
Stuur, stuur my liefde vir jou ma
Maar, as jy kom los haar net daar
Want hier’s net plek vir drie van ons
dis ek en jy en ‘n af-oor hond
Sy naam is Roof, maar hy’s al jare doof
Bring, bring daai goedjies wat jou pla
En ek, maak ‘n ring van ogies draad
Ek spaar nog vir die diamant
En ‘n donkiekar vir die predikant
Ek sal moet blomme leen, tot dit eendag reen….
KOOR
Woorde & Musiek: Steve Hofmeyr
Christmas lights
Next door neighbours decorated the front of their house with lovely Christmas lights.
NaNoWriMO: I did it. Ek het dit gedoen.
You are a writer with a love for stories. You are an explorer of creative universes. You are a hero with the superpower of imagination. You are the beating heart of NaNoWriMo, and we’re so proud to write with you and doubly proud of your incredible accomplishment.
Congratulations, Writer! You wear the title well.
Bringing back sweet memories
Don Williams was never my favourite but his songs bring back nostalgic memories from days of being in love with my husband before we got married and during the first years after our marriage.
Coffee black, cigarettes
Start this day, like all the rest
First thing every morning that I do
Is start missing you
Some broken hearts never mend
Some memories never end
Some tears will never dry
My love for you will never die
Rendezvous in the night
A willing woman to hold me tight
But in the middle of love’s embrace
I see your face
Some broken hearts never mend
Some memories never end
Some tears will never dry
My love for you will never die
Mamma: 6/06/1919-18/07/2006
Met liefde en verlange na liewe Mamma.
Bea visits Ouma!
Bea visited me this morning. It was the first time since they moved out of this house. She still could not really walk around when they moved. Today she first walked with her mum, to see the cows across the road.
She came inside and had a look outside on the deck while her parents looked around.
Time to go home and she did not really want to go. She went back, going up the three steps, onto the deck and then jumping off into Daddies’ arms.
Baby Talk: Two days of babysitting.
Ouma, I had a lovely time this week-end!
Saturday.
Watching TV
Handling my bag!
Sunday.
Colouring in.
Picking flowers in the wet garden.
Sooooo tired after a busy morning.
