Camino de Santiago


Camino Skies

I went to the movies this afternoon. I’m tempted by this wonderful film. Maybe, maybe I might do it.

Spesiaal vir Toortsie!

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Afrikaanse Tokkel: Stoepstories


Vuurvliegies en meer

Hierdie skrywe kom na aanleiding van Lekkervurig se naamsverandering na Vuurvliegie. Lees hier wat sy skryf!

So loop ek Maandagoggend vroeg met Trompie en broei oor die naam van die ander lampdraertjies. Ek kon net nie daarop kom nie.
Ek dink toe ver terug aan ons dae van op ons stoep sit.

Saans so van na agt tot so half tien het ons altyd in die donker op ons stoep gesit. Ons het buite op n plot gebly waar geen elektrisiteit was nie. Daar het net n parrafienlamp in die kombuis gebrand. Verder was alles donker.
Na n harde dag het ons op die stoep gesit en sommer net die heerlikheid van die koelte na n hetige Hoëveldse dag geniet. Net die naggeluide was om ons. Dan as mens so oor die grasperk kyk sien mens die liggies wat skyn. Die kleinste wurmpie met n liggie op sy stertjie wat lustig brand.
Daar val dit my toe by terwyl ek so loop en terugdink; dis n GLOEIWURMPIE!
Die natuur is darem te wonderlik vir woorde.

Die outjie is nie heeltemaal soos die wat ek onthou nie.Ons sn was meer wit


1961-1972 Terwyl ons so rustig op die stoep sit wag ons party dae ook vir die satteliet wat verby moet kom. Daar is meestal oor die radio aangekondig hoe laat die satteliet gesien kan word en waarvandaan en waarheen hy vlieg. Dit was altyd vir ons n hele opwinding om te sien wie dit die eerste raaksien tussen al die duisende sterre.
Ons het dus ligdraertjies op die grasperk en mensgemaakte ligdraers in die lug gehad.
Lekker goeie ou dae.

In 2016 besoek ek die Waitomo glowworm caves. Dit was n belewenis uit n ander wêreld met al die wurms wat aan slymdrade hang en hul liggies laat skyn om goggas te lok.

New view from my doorstep


As you all know I moved House on the 8th of March. There are still some things left in my old place that needs to be moved. Hopefully, this come week will be the last of it. This coming weekend is a long weekend starting Friday and back to school on Following Wednesday.

I sat on the steps cutting my toenails.

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I looked up and saw this!

Looking back to the front there even was a rainbow!

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Mother Nature-Train Of Thought: Week 06


https://www.nitinnairwrites.com/2018/01/06/mother-nature-train-of-thoughts-week-06/

This weeks prompt is MOTHER NATURE.

You can’t fight nature. If mother nature decides to go this way humans can’t go against it.

We, as humans keep on trying to change natures way without thinking about the consequences. My piece of writing happened in 2016. After the few horrific days, I’ve written it down as follows:

Earthquake

13/11/2016 and after

Sunday morning 10:30 am, I reported at Plateau School. Yearly Gala!  I was responsible for the bouncing castle, 11-1 o’clock.  It rained, stopped, drizzled and a bit of sunshine during those two hours.

The afternoon my children dropped in for a cup of tea. My border came home just after seven.

Sunday evening(13/11/2016) after a busy day, I went off to bed at about 10:30 not knowing what the night would bring two hours later.

I woke up just after 12 o’clock. My bed was swaying, Trompie, my dog, picked up his head. I felt the bed moving and the walls shaking. It sounded as if the house was going to collapse. Then Trompie gave a fierce bark. Earthquake! We jumped out of bed. I did not switch on the light and told Trompie to get out of the way. He kept close to me. I stood in the passage waiting for the worst.The shaking subsided.  I decided to go to the bathroom because nature was calling.

It kept on rolling underneath. We went back to bed. Then my border came out of his room. He got a message from his wife in Christchurch asking how he was. He told me that it had been the worst quake he had experienced.

We went back to bed. The whole night aftershocks kept on rolling underneath. One of my pot plants had tumbled to the floor, and my books on my bookshelf moved and nearly tumbled down.

Monday morning my alarm went off. I did my usual morning rituals.  My border told me that he could not go into Wellington. The news on the radio said that no trains were running and the roads into Wellington were closed down.

Just after seven, I received a call that there would be no Before School Care but the school would be open. I told the secretary that I would anyway go in case some parents had not received the message.

It is about ten minutes drive to school from my home. I arrived just before 7:30 am. At 7:45 am a board member came to check the building. He brought his two young children with him. While he checked the school, I kept an eye on the two boys. Then a parent turned up with his little girl. He had not read the message about Before school care being closed. I told him it would be okay; I would look after her and keep her safe.

Teachers started to arrive just before eight.

I went home at 8:15. Aftershocks kept coming and going. I went back to After School Care in the afternoon. There were twelve children till about 4.30 that afternoon.

Tuesday morning I went back for Before School care. It was wet; heavy torrential rain kept pouring down. I was so tired and did not feel up to going back for the afternoon session. Lucky for me the school called, I did not need to come because most children were picked up before lunchtime. Everybody was warned about the oncoming bad weather. The rain caused havoc with flooding and causing slips on the roads. Wellington was cut off. In the meantime, more earthquakes kept on coming and going. Two strong quakes shook us at 1.15 and 1.30 pm.

Now it is Wednesday evening, we survived another exciting day of tremors and a bit of dry weather. I am happy to say that I am well but tired.   Looking after children and keeping them all safe and content for the last three days was very stressful.

This happened a bit more than a year ago.

 

Layered: The Daily Post Photo Challange.


This week, let’s explore the interplay of texture and depth.

This week, share with us a layered image of your own. The topic is wide open, as long as you focus on the interplay of depth, density, and texture (or just choose one of these elements if you’d like). Strata of clouds, a shirt collar peeking through a sweater, a cross-section of an onion: you can keep your interpretation as literal or as figurative as you wish.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/photo-challenges/layered/

LAYERED

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Cherry on top: The Daily Post, Photo Challenge


Michelle says

The cherry on top. The icing on the cake. Or, as the straightforward folks at Oxford Dictionaries explain it, “a desirable feature perceived as the finishing touch to something that is already very good.”

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/photo-challenges/cherry-on-top/

CHERRY ON TOP

Not only a lovely rose but also

an ant on top.

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Toeka-Tokkel no 20 : Die see


(Ek gaan eers Sondag verdere afronding doen.  Almal is welkom om solank hul seestorie reg te kry!)

DIE SEE

Ek is/was volgens my ma n see mens! Weet nie hoekom sy dit altyd so gesê het nie.

Ek het die eerste keer werklik see toe gegaan saam met die skool waar ek begin skoolhou het. Ons het n geskiedkundige reis gedoen vanaf Hennopsrivier tot by Umdloti.

Die see is n belewenis. Toe ek getroud is vind ek uit dat my man nooit in sy 42 jaar ooit by die see was nie. Hy het geê daar is nie bome nie, dis hoekom hy nie van die see hou nie. Ek het hom oortuig om vir die eerste keer te gaan toe my seun so 3 jaar was. Daarna het ons nogal gereeld see toe gegaan.

Vandag woon ek in n land wat omring is met see. Ek is so naby aan drie kante, dit neem minder as 30 minute om daar te kom. Natuurlik gaan ek gladnie meer spesiaal see toe omdat spesiaal is nie. Ek ry gereeld daar verby oppad Wellington toe!

Sonsondergang

Suid Eiland op die horison.

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Soos n skildery

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See by Kapiti-kus

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