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A few of my favourite things ( also known as ‘happiness’)

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We’ve had a good amount of rain since I’ve chatted to you the last time, and I’m over the moon with the good start to the season! And the calves keep coming! So that keeps me happy too! All round happy, happy… ๐Ÿ™‚

It is very simple to keep me happy. I love spending time with my children, which is a very rare occurrence these days. I don’t like heat, so make sure I stay cool. I love it if all goes well with my cattle. (Not so easy in this instance to ‘keep’ me happy, because everybody that farms with livestock, know that stuff happens…) I love a glass of wine to relax. I love visiting with friends, but only so much, then I need to beat a retreat to recover. (People generally take the oomph out of me…) I need alone time. A lot. To read, watch TV, write a blog, knit, or simply stare into space, but I need it like I need oxygen. Very simple.

OH! And it will be in your best interest to never ever let me get really hungry!

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HAPPY PLACE

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Another one of the many new babies – Happiness!

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Happy me

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It’s been a little over a week since I’ve last written, and I am VERY happy to say, I am no longer waiting!!! We’ve had 9 calves born in the last week and a bit!!! ๐Ÿ˜€ย  Can you see the smile? From ear to ear…ย  (Sorry, but you are going to have to look at my ‘baby’ pics – I am like a very proud first time mama…)

Another thing I’m not waiting for anymore, is the first spring rain. I am sooooo chuffed that we had some lovely, soaking rain over the last 2 days, and it will make a difference to the grazing in a very short time.

 

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Baby number one

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Babies no. 2 and 3

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Baby no.4 needed a little assistance to be born

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Little sweetie pie

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The little one with the ears

So there you have it – the first six! (Un)fortunately for you, I don’t have pictures yet of the last 3, but just you wait… ๐Ÿ˜‰

‘Tis the season…

We jumped from a very mild winter (more like a 3 month long autumn), straight into summer. ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

I’m not a fan of summer. Where we live, temperatures stay up in the mid-thirties (centigrade), sometimes higher, throughout summer!!! ย I hate this kind of constant, high and mostly dry heat. Give me winter anytime. And NOT like the mild one we just had. I hardly ever put a jacket on over my t-shirt this year, and if I did, it was only until 9 o’clock in the morning.

And then we didn’t even have spring! How absurd is that! We already have temps over 30ยบ C all the time! Heeeeeeeeelpppp!!!!!!

The one thing I absolutely love about this time of year, though, is the fact that it is calving season! I’ve been waiting for 9 months now, and the excitement grows by the day. I am like a child at Christmas, waiting for the moment she can start opening her gifts.

And when that first little calf is born… Oh my word! I want to send pictures to everybody I know, like a proud mama with her first born. (So…you are warned! Expect a bombardment of pictures once the calves start arriving!)

Being a farmer, the other bad thing about winters that are not cold, is the diseases that plague the cattle. Cold weather sorts some of them out for a few months, but years like this, we get no break from them, and then summer tends to be even worse. So I am not looking forward to this summer at all, hopefully it is not a dry one on top of everything else…

A few of a previous season’s calves.

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About Racism, and being politically incorrect …

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I was raised to respect (verb).

Other people. Their belongings. Their religions, or lack thereof. Animals, or indeed all living things. Laws. My elders. Etc., etc.

As such, I believe I should be respected by others. I believe that one should live and let live. Do no harm. I am a white South African female, from European descent. In fact, just recently, I traced a part of my ancestors (my mother’s father’s ancestors) back to the 1600’s in Germany. I am so proud of that! South Africans are a mix of Dutch, French, German and English settlers that came to this country to start ย a new life. Which they did, and did very well. I am also a farmer, and sad to say, white farmers in South Africa are being persecuted and murdered every day, because they are white. (From 1 January to 31 July 2017 there have been 257 farm attacks, and 53 farm murders reported, in South Africa. Itโ€™s terrifying, itโ€™s shocking, itโ€™s routine. In 212 days, 53 people were brutally killed, many tortured, and families torn apart forever.)ย (This is a quote that I took off the internet, a Facebook page that is trying to let the world know what is happening here.)

We don’t live on our farm, which is something we would dearly love to do, but it is just not safe. It is not only farmers that are targeted. White children disappear everyday, people that travel alone, from home to work, or vice versa, are disappearing and their bodies found later. The government is trying to make it off as something co-incidental, but for us living here, seeing the news everyday, we know that something else is going on here. I am proud to be a white South African, and I will continue to be despite liberals all over the world’s efforts to make us feel ashamed that we have a white skin. Despite other whites’ apologies for real and imagined wrongs from the past. Nobody can pretend that the human race is not the most murderous and destructive species on this earth, and we all have done wrong somewhere in history – the Romans, the Germans, the English with their ‘scorched earth’ policy in the Anglo-Boer war, that resulted in thousands of women and children dying in concentration camps, the Zulu’s against the Boers, and the anti-apartheid government committed their share of wrongs, but NOTHING warrants these continuous, brutal farm attacks!

In this country, it is racist to be proudly white. It’s OK to be proudly black, and to utter all kinds of threats on social media against white citizens, but you are relentlessly persecuted if you as a white person should just think of saying anything against anybody with a black skin. No matter if whatever you say is the absolute truth that can be proven in a court of law.

I don’t think this problem only exists in South Africa, from what I can see in USA, things are pretty much the same, except for the farm murders. People are not allowed to speak the truth, everybody is just so very conscious of being politically correct all the time, that none of these issues can be sorted out.

If being proud of who and what I am makes me a racist, then so be it. I was created this way, and I’m here for a reason, as is every other person on this earth, but don’t you dare tell me to deny my heritage, or be ashamed of it!

(And before you comment, I DARE YOU to Google ‘farm murders in South Africa’, read some of the literature, and a must – LOOK AT THE IMAGES!)

Jill of all trades…

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…mistress of none.

Yip, that’s me.

I’ve just read a blog on why people blog, and then I started thinking about the reasons I blog (or used to blog, since this is only my second blog in two years!), and I realised that I do it because I’ve always been a frustrated writer! I enjoy writing! I remember as first grader, I used to LOVE writing stories with little drawings, which brings me to the title of my blog – I’ve also always been a frustrated artist, and photographer, and interior decorator, AND, very important, a frustrated chef!

So once in a blue moon I write a few paragraphs, which is something I LOVE doing, and a couple of people might read it, which leads to a certain frustration, because when I go to the trouble of putting my thoughts into actual words, out there, for people to read, I want some response, some feedback!

I don’t draw or paint anymore. I always did as a child, but I stopped doing that, I never thought I was good enough. I recently started drawing mandalas, which I enjoyed, but then for a while I didn’t have time for it, so that died a silent death. I try to release my creative urges by knitting and crocheting, which I enjoy, but it takes a long time to finish each item, and I am often disappointed with the outcome. And then, when it’s done, what do I do with it? I have a LOT of finished projects that fill up cupboard space!

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Photography has always been a hobby of mine, and for a few years I took thousands of pictures. I even got a wonderful camera as birthday gift a few years back (somewhere in my blogs you’ll find the story, and you will also find a whole lot of the pictures I took with it), and I loved using it, but lately I find it cumbersome to schlepp along with me, and I’ve resorted to only using my cell phone to take pictures (like I did with the images above)…

I love cooking, if I have an appreciative audience, of course… I definitely do not like going to a lot of trouble, if I don’t at least have an inkling that my food will be enjoyed. I might be a better baker than I am a cook, but I hardly ever bake because I try to eat as healthy as possible, and most of what I bake goes to waste. And I am definitely an emotional cook – if I don’t feel like cooking, you would do better to go get takeaways, than eat what I made!

Mistress of none, like I said!

I’ve come to an embarrassing conclusion, just now, as I was writing my thoughts down – could it be that I am looking for validation for the things I do, instead of just doing them for myself and enjoying them? And when I don’t get that validation, I lose interest? Oh. My. Word. I hope not! I sincerely hope that I am just one of those people that are easily bored, and hop from one thing to the other to keep myself interested in something!!!!!

To plan, or not to plan…

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Somehow, very little in my life goes according to plan.

Being religious, I do believe things happen or don’t happen for a reason. And that, however much you plan, things might not go your way if your plans don’t fit in with the ‘Big Plan.’ So basically, planning doesn’t help much, except you cannot go through life without some plans – how to make a living, where to live, who to spend your life with, etc.

At the moment, I am home alone. I LOVE time alone, like most of you probably do, but sometimes the opportunity to do my own thing and be on my own, fills me with less excitement than at other times. I THINK it has to do with choice.

I love being alone when I need time to recharge, rethink, and revamp, but then I want to be able to choose that time. I am alone at the moment through absolutely no choice of my own.I HATE THAT. And when I feel like this, I find it very hard to make the most of my time alone. I feel sorry for myself instead… How pathetic is that.

Tonight is the finals of the 2014 World Cup Soccer, as you well know, and I have to watch it alone. Fun!!! ๐Ÿ˜ฆ Not only am I alone, but my SO is in Cape Town, and although he actually hates soccer, and has only followed the soccer through me, he is watching tonight with a house full of family and friends.

And the last bit that makes it worse tonight than it normally is – my youngest son was with me for 3 days, and I loved every single moment of it, but he had to leave today. I’m feeling so sorry for myself, you will not believe it!

If I could PLAN tonight, it would have been very different, believe me! And even then it probably would have a few twists and turns… ๐Ÿ™‚

But hey, maybe a few glasses of wine, and I’ll feel a whole lot better! And I promise I won’t write a thing again until it’s something positive and upbeat!

Slow Sundays

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Sunday eve.

A quiet, peaceful Sunday, after a busy week. I needed that.

Growing up, I used to hate Sunday nights. Lately, it is the best time of the week for me. I need the quiet to just be. To surf a bit on the web, watch TV, and now, once again, to blog! ๐Ÿ™‚

And also, Sunday afternoons is skype time! I get to chat to my daughter thousands of miles away in Canada – I also need that. We catch up on each other’s lives, we gossip, we moan a bit, if needs be, and we share ideas and recipes. Special.

Another very special feature of my Sundays, is the time I get to spend with my SO*. We do see each other a lot during the week (mostly), but we are busy, and we talk about everything that needs to be done, and we get on with it. But on a Sunday, we do everything in slow motion. We get up slowly, have a slow, late breakfast, drive out to the farm to see that everything is in order there, and when we get back home, we relax, and talk, and re-connect with each other. I need that.

After a Sunday like this, I can face the week ahead.

*Significant Other