An ordinary Tuesday. Not

This sight greeted me as I got up yesterday morning. It was a good start. I knew it would be a busy day. I am working on copy for a digital product launch. It's challenging: the team that conceived the product is intercontinental and multilingual. That suggests disparate confusion. My colleague and boss has got too close to the project and has (hospital) passed it on to me. It's a challenge. I like that. It's a necessarily discursive and iterative process. I like that, too.

I also had "help".

Rambo at work the office assistant. Why sit on the lovely wollen rug The Cats' Mother put there - just for you, when you can sit on her notebook(s)?

Then, much later:

The waxing moon looking over the most fabulous 75th birthday celebration. The wind dropped and it warmed up - the weather and the spirits - laughter, wine, music and even dancing.

A real village affair. It's been a while. And folk not seen since before lockdown. It was good. And even better that yesterday was the first day since, 750 days prior, that South Africa was not in a declared state of national disaster.

Until next time, be well
Fiona
The Sandbag House
McGregor, South Africa

Photo: Selma
Post script
I am participating in @traciyork's twice-yearly Hive Blog Posting Month. Join us?

If this post might seem familiar, it's because I'm doing two things:

• re-vamping old recipes. As I do this, I am adding them in a file format that you can download and print. If you download recipes, buy me a coffee. Or better yet, a glass of wine....?
• and "re-capturing" nearly two years' worth of posts.