Yesterday young granddaughter J and I visited the beach again for me to assess how many more steps are indicated. The conclusion, alas, is some ten to fifteen.
On the way J chatted to a cat from one of the local resident’s houses, then visited the beach to scratch for shells (a poor tide for it), and finally enjoyed the l … o …. n … g swing once more.
Swinginigin!
I was, in the meantime, admiring some of the dune vegetation coming into bloom. Amazing how they thrive in gardener nightmare conditions.
Chrysanthemoides monilifera (Tick-berry)
Carpobrotus dimidiatus (Natal sour fig)
Much of today has been taken up with taking Much Better Half to the doctor to get the biotic that is bugging her anti-ed. Then for an X-ray — just in case. Ballet for young J, and should have been swimming for R but she did a great job of skinning a knee at netball, so that was out. I kept starting the fitting of tiles and rocks and other chores but never quite got anything done before the next imperative cropped up. Ah, well. sailor Vee … I mean, c’est la vie. At least I secured a bird feeder the monkeys had disrupted. They also disrupted the kitchen, as it happens, and made off with much fruit loot.
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That swing looks like a lot of fun. Hope MBH is ‘much better’ very soon and that R’s knee heals quickly. Those monkeys sound even worse than my Sammy squirrel. 😯
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MBH was tidying various things today, so must be on the mend!
You should see what a troop of monkeys can do with free range in a kitchen. It is quite spectacular.
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That’s good news. I remember when monkeys got into the kitchen of the apartment we rented after we sold our house in Umhlanga. Jungle muesli and banana skins scattered everywhere. 😯
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Our lot demolished about R50-00 worth of bananas and left the evidence. However, they also enjoyed various packets of snacks and sweets. YD was greeted on arrival home by a monkey sitting on the front wall holding a packet of jelly babies and eating them one by one with obvious enjoyment.
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That has to be the most hilarious comment I’ve ever read 😅
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I’ve always marveled at trees that grow in rock cliffs or plants sprouting up in sand, yet I can’t get a nice lawn to take hold no matter how I pamper it! 😐
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Yes, lawns and pampered pet plants can be picky. With a lawn, though, the secret is to find a type that loves the conditions. Some like lots of wet, others prefer to be semi-starved.
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How about lawns that love lots of weeds? 😐
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They are weak and sickly. No lawn worth its salt, properly fed and mowed and in the right place, will tolerate weeds!
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Your’re much too busy for someone who claims to be ‘retired’!
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I am retired as a banker – as father/grandfather, handyman, gardener, composer, writer and editor, and community policing member … NOT!
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Such a wonder- full, rich life! Love reading about it!
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Just lately, though, I feel as if I am in the middle of a rather badly-written Soap Opera. Constant dramas involving friends, relatives, neighbours …
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I love the photo of J on the swing ♥
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With a rope as long as that one, she is on a s…w…i…n…g!
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Monkeys will be monkeys, you know that. I still miss the critters and their antics.
Is the lack of dune steps the result of the rain you had recently?
A grandpa’s job is never done, isn’t it? Have a good day.
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We need to shut up and smile when the troop arrives. Then we can enjoy their cavorting!
The steps end at a point where the ground is still steep, so rains cause the bottom step to become higher and higher. I have added about five already, but when it rains, or even with normal traffic, the problem recurs. The steps need to be extended to the bottom of the steep part.
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