You may have noticed that I haven’t been blogging much lately. I would like to say that I’ve been too busy but the truth is quite the opposite. Yes, I’ve been playing a shitload of bridge and volunteering at the local farm school but when I’m not out and about, I’m sitting at home and twiddling my thumbs. I feel a bit stuck and Annie Dillard’s words “how we spend our days is how we spend our lives” are starting to haunt me.
When Peter joined me here on the farm we employed a young woman, Thandi, to clean the house and do the ironing. Before that I did all my own housework and, if truth be told, we should be doing it ourselves, we have the time. Njabulo looks after the allotment and rest of the farm and I’ve kind of handed it over to him because he “does it so well”. And since I decided to let the indigenous bush swallow up the garden, there isn’t that much for me to do there either. So really I could use all this spare time to be more creative and productive, instead I don’t. It feels like all my focus has become diffused and even my camera lies gathering dust.
So I’ve decided to post a little something just to keep the blog alive until I get my mojo back. Please don’t expect too much!
Recently I saw a notice in the Notties Network newsletter that the nearby Bosch Hoek golf club was looking for waitrons. I immediately phoned and sold Njabulo to them as an ideal waiter (I’ve always felt that, with his engaging personality, he should be in the hospitality industry and not a farm worker). I was told to bring him in the next day and that he was basically going to be thrown in the deep end as the club was hosting two major events, back to back. I was also informed that he had to wear black and white, so we rushed off to Mr Price in Howick in the morning and kitted him out with black jeans and white shirt before dropping him off at the club. I was then treated to a tour of the kitchen and what was being prepped for the special event (which was a Ken Forrester wine pairing) and I must say it all sounded quite delicious. I’m definitely going to the next one now that I know about it, it’s a Delaire Graff wine pairing. I think they’ve got a gem of a chef at Bosch Hoek, just hope they can hang on to her.
We’re hoping that Njabulo will be offered a full time job at Bosch Hoek not only because it would give him a bit more mobility than if he stayed on the farm but also because our regular farm worker has indicated that he would like to return to work after being on sick leave for the past year.
We had our first frost this morning, about a month late, and firebreaks can now be burned. What a relief – it’s always a bit scary come fire season because we have a thatch roof. But there is something very earthy about living under thatch that, despite its drawbacks, I wouldn’t want to change.
I’ve been playing quite a lot of bridge lately, perhaps too much but I do enjoy it. My best is Friday afternoons at Blueberry Café: the venue is so sublime, the cappuccinos and cookies are delicious, the atmosphere is very laid back and we have a lot of fun. It’s the perfect end to the week and, to top it all, the sunsets from Blueberry are magical. Afterwards, when I’m driving home along the old Curry’s Post Road, I really couldn’t wish for a better place to be.