i remember a calm but concerned juma in the film 'Out Of Africa' waking up the beautiful meryl streep whispering urgently " Wake up, mama. God she is coming," when the coffee barns were burning down. this is what i felt when i saw the storm approaching on tuesday afternoon. it rumbled and flashed across the steppes, threatening all manner of disaster upon the little pink house on the hill. it was very godlike and very impressive and very beautiful. when it finally arrived, as night fell, it was gentle, benign and quite frugal with its gift of rain. i think it even ran out of lightening, just like Tanesco rather. but we're all very thankful for the soft rain, nevertheless.
in less than two hours i fly past the mountains and to the sea. i am unhooking myself from hill life temporarily and swopping it for a shoeless beach life. i can't wait to walk the white powdered beaches, to watch the palms sweep the stars from the rooftop at night and to sleep with the sound of soft waves licking the beaches, dragging dreams in with the tides.
so from the little pink house on the hill, i wish you all, oh bestest blogging babies peopling the world over, a wonderful christmas and new year.
i'll be seein' ya in 2013.
until then, grin and bear it. . .hooah.
Kitchen Board: 13 December 2012