Photo: The DRAKENSBERG MOUNTAINS that inspired Tolkin
Month: September 2015
What joy there is in harvesting fruit and vegetables from my own land. It all tastes so much better than anything I have tasted before. Such bountiful provision provides a crop that changes throughout the Spring, Summer and Autumn. The fruit arrives in sequence: loquots, cherries, plums, soft peaches, apricots, figs, sour cherries, peaches, melons, grapes, apples and pomegranates, and last of all the sour lemons. Now at the end of September the tomato plants, I affectionately called ‘uglies’, have offered a few last fruit and the cherry tomatoes bravely produce a new offering each day. The aubergines and sweet peppers came to life again with the rain and encouraged late pickings. The zucchinis, produced in abundance, far too many fruit for me to keep pace, and have finally given up. The giant sunflowers that faithfully turned their heads to follow the sun each day, now hang their heads and weep black tears that will turn to joy next spring.
The last day of Summer on Pineto Beach
The words flow from my fingers unbidden. The story unfolds from event to event, emotion to emotion, and alters my original plans. At times the world I have created in my book is more real than the life I live. I am no longer certain whether my memories are reliable. The characters, events, emotions, locations and relationships created at my hand reveal hidden truths and alter my past.
Oh Happy Day that embraces me with all its wealth of thoughts and deeds and all the kindnesses of gentle souls who cross my path.