Tuesday
Today was the day…
I woke up feeling melancholic. Everyone was leaving! The guests checked out at 8:30am and by lunchtime, I’d taken Julian, Jess and Gerrie to the airport. By the time I got back from the airport I had realigned myself.
We had a satisfying day, getting the cottage back into shape (with Memory’s help) and doing most of the laundry. The cottage is ready for the next guests tomorrow. After Memory had finished cleaning the cottage, I went to check it. I was looking for the Tupperware container that’s usually on the kitchen sink. I couldn’t find it anywhere, so started looking in all the kitchen cupboards. I discovered 18 bottles of beer! Turns out they belonged to the guests before the ones who had just left! I’m sure I’ll find a home for them – it just won’t be ours.
One of my most recent pleasures has been the dozens of birds that have started visiting the bird bottle again. Sometimes they are scarce preferring the natural nectar of the blossoming fynbos, but with those flowers dwindling and the heat of summer rising, at the moment, they are very thirsty birds. I filled the bottle yesterday morning. By this afternoon, there were these little bulbuls both trying to eke out the final drops…
Yesterday, when I put the new bottle up, I counted how long it took for the first bird to arrive. It was 20 seconds. Today, I took the bottle out and as I was putting it up, a bird arrived. It was about to land on the perch when it realised I was still holding it and it darted away. It took seconds for it to return, quickly followed by several other varieties. There was a lot of interest and a bit of a squabble…
After dinner, I decided to walk to the end of the beach and back. That rid me fully of any melancholy and contentment returned.
A sublime evening.
The other thing I saw today was this wise advice. I don’t like change.
It’s the inbetween times now. 2021 is still with us. 2022 is knocking at the door.
Ephesians 2:5
It is only by God’s grace you have been saved.
The best is yet to come – we are only passing through.
Keep the smile going.
God bless you.
In His Grip,
Helga xx 🙂