Summer arrived on our island, it is always warm here, but now it is very, very hot.
I wish I could flee, like the "snowbirds" (rich Americans, that migrate between the States and the island, depending on the season)
The island is beautiful though, most of the flamboyants are in bloom and it is so green from all the rain of the past few weeks.
I wish I could flee, like the "snowbirds" (rich Americans, that migrate between the States and the island, depending on the season)
The island is beautiful though, most of the flamboyants are in bloom and it is so green from all the rain of the past few weeks.
.
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I'm in holiday mood,
a laziness has entered my bones,
remembering the lazy dazy Summer holidays of my small town-farm life,
South African, childhood.
Shorts, homemade gingerbeer, cookies, the smell of a braai
and
a favourite cousin.
why is it that you can find anybody on facebook
BUT
the one person that you have been seeking for,
for years...
Memories...
