Number nine 29.11.2022
The
plants, or if you will, the seedlings in my maternity ward are doing well.
My
friend in Jeffreys Bay, Western Cape gave me four watermelon pips to plant and
two sprouted. Now my waiting game started; waiting for it to give me
watermelons.
During
2020 I participated in a seed-swop and got a fair number of seeds inter alia
scarlet runner beans [8x]. I have three on the go. One on the pavement [or some
of you folks will refer to it as the “sidewalk”] and the others still in seed
trays.
My sweet basil seedlings, also a gift from my other friend, the retired mining engineer, are strong and healthy. It survived the transplant. And I survived his chillies.
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There is an oak tree in the photos which is very special to me. I got the seeds from Franschhoek in the Western Cape. Some of my oak trees are facing an uphill battle and I go around to the maternity ward every day and look at it. And I am also praying that the ancient forces of heaven our Heavenly Father unleashed billions of years ago, will have mercy on those trees of mine. Those forces can be lethal; and it is at the same time tender and refined.
When
I listen to the horrible stories that are broadcast every hour of what people
do to people, my heart becomes very heavy. That is one of the reasons why I don’t
listen to the news every hour. I rather go and get an injection of positive energy
in my maternity ward. Or I engage with people; I don’t easily engage with
people who are negative about life. The ones that constantly degrade themselves
and our beleaguered country.
A
lady friend from church gave me 10 gladioli bulbs; there is one plant pushing bright
healthy hearty red flowers. She was the one that reached out during the first
horrible days of covid-19 lockdown early 2020 and gave me bright red poppies.
You can have a look at the video I made of them in the breeze with bees
flitting around – it is on my youtube channel. I still recall making that
video: the bees and the birds were very busy doing their own thing. And
somewhere in the background I can hear my chickens.
So,
at times my heart is aching and at the same time it is bursting with new life.
Write
me you story, please: neelscoertse@wirelessza.co.za
