And then my heart with pleasure fills, and dances, with the daffodils.

So because I know you have all been anxiously wondering and eagerly anticipating an update on my flowers, and because they delight me so they truly do, a few snaps taken recently below, AS WELL AS (ooo, double treat), “Daffodils”, by William Wordsworth (1804) I WANDER’D lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretch’d in never-ending line Along the … Continue reading And then my heart with pleasure fills, and dances, with the daffodils.

A Zimbabwean Christmas Sky

At Christmas time in Zimbabwe, the sky turns the most delectable colours with it’s promise to bring us our magical thunderstorms that we all love so much. I had to share these pics below of the sky this morning. Due to the nature of my job it means I am still at work over this time of year, so please excuse the scenery, I, of course would have much rather taken these pictures in the middle of an open vlei but alas… These four pics are actually a panoramic view when placed side by side, but i don’t know how to do that… … Continue reading A Zimbabwean Christmas Sky

Yes Virginia, there is a Santa Claus

This is quite a famous story and many of you will be familiar with it. But, seeing as it is Christmas Eve, and truthfully, seeing as I am desperately clutching at anything that will propel me head first into the Christmas spirit, I thought it would be appropriate to share it again. In 1897, eight-year-old Virginia O’Hanlon wrote a letter to the editor of New York’s Sun, and the quick response was printed as an unsigned editorial Sept. 21, 1897. The piece of writing below of newsman Francis Pharcellus Church has since become history’s most reprinted newspaper editorial, appearing in part … Continue reading Yes Virginia, there is a Santa Claus

“Of all that is written, I love only what a person has written with his own blood.”

Friedrich Nietzsche. German philosopher. If you don’t know him, you should. If you think you don’t know him, you’re wrong. He is famously said for, well, saying, ‘That which does not destroy me, makes me strong.’ He had a lot more to say: “You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star.” “There are no facts, only interpretations.” “And we should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once. And we should call every truth false which was not accompanied by at least one laugh.” “For every man there exists a … Continue reading “Of all that is written, I love only what a person has written with his own blood.”

I wrote a love story once

I wrote a love story once. This was a long time ago. And yes I mean an actual, literal, love story. Like a fairytale. With a ‘Once upon a time’ and a ‘happily ever after.’ It really was rather endearing. It included a princess and some magic and an exotic stranger. Actually, the exotic stranger was a magician. It makes sense in the end, trust me. I have since experienced my own versions of love stories. None of which involved any princesses; magic, I guess to some extent; exotic strangers… well actually, yes. There have been no happily  ever afters … Continue reading I wrote a love story once

The day I looked down.

How old were you when you discovered Santa Claus wasn’t real? I was nine. Yes… nine. My parents made a huge deal out of this kind of thing. Father Christmas, the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy, you name it: They were all very much a presence in our house as we were growing up, and entities my sister and myself would very much look forward to seeing… and experiencing. At Christmas, we would receive a personal visit from Father Christmas. ( To be found out of course that this was infact actually my uncle dressed up as; Father Christmas in … Continue reading The day I looked down.