Monday 7 July 2014

Ice ice baby

Waking up in the early pre-dawn hours of a winter morning to check for snow and power cuts is one major downfall of dairy farming in the winter months! I had to be up at sparrow's fart this morning to make sure that dairy could go ahead as usual due to the fact that we had a snow warning. Snow in our area generally means a power cut, which means no electricity, which therefore = kak. Thank goodness then, that when I looked out of our window this morning at 4:30am, there was no sign of any snow. However, an hour later and the first pitter patter of rain started, and within minutes, a beautiful flurry of snow was falling.

I think snow is pretty.
Just because I can't stand snow tourists, doesn't mean that I lack appreciation for the frozen white stuff. I do think that it is magical and looks so floaty and soft and pretty. Ugly, dusty, dead grass and trees acquire a fresh, clean coat of white fluff. And there is nothing quite like the peace that comes with a snowfall; the silence outside is so eerie as the landscape transforms from dead, yellow winter to a frosted wonderland.
But the cold that comes with it! My goodness... now I know how all you Canadians must feel for 7 months of the year....brrrrr! That feeling when your fingers and toes are so cold that they are burning (gumboots are not the warmest shoes, even with thick winter socks!), and you can't feel your cheeks or nose after five minutes outside; when you can hardly see where you are going every time you breathe out because you make so much mist; and where you just want to curl up on the under-floor heating with the dogs and forget about going outside ever again...
Mama Kuku with her EIGHT babies underneath her wings. Any room for me in there?!?
This little sprinkling of snow (which was all gone by 9am this morning, thank goodness) got me thinking about 2 years ago when we first moved back to the Midlands. We had a late snow in August 2012 that was more than 40cm deep and stayed on the ground for over a week. That was not fun. Beautiful, yes - Fun, NO. Working in the snow is kak, no matter how you look at it! But then again, there is always gluwein and a hot fire to go home to! And we all know how much I love wine...
I thought I'd share a few pics with you from then, just so that you can appreciate the white stuff too, and so that I can be grateful it didn't happen again today...
The majestic Drakensberg Mountains

Feeding cold, hungry cows

The cold, hungry cows
A magical landscape

Garden at the Main House

View from the dairy


The aftermath...

Cuddle up warm tonight, wherever you are! Its going to be a cold one; -4 here at the moment and dropping! Lets hope the snow stays away and tomorrow is another beautiful day in Africa! xxx

P.S - to all the snow tourists who drove up from Durbs today to see the snow: Sorrreeeeeeee, better luck next time! *mooohahahahahahaha!*
As out the window,
I look, more snow today,
have only one thing to say,
take our snow please.

Six week-ends straight,
snow, snow every where,
have only one thing to say,
take our snow please, today.

So much snow, so much cold,
snow in the streets, snow in the yard,
snow on the car, snow on my shoe,
have only one thing to say,
take our snow please, we don't know what to do.

Winter, oh winter please end,
all of this snow, we don't really want it,
snow falling, flakes dropping
have only one thing to say,
                                take our snow please, don't delay.                            
                                         

Thursday 3 July 2014

Lavish lunacy

No one should ever say no to a free weekend away. So when Dale had to attend a conference at Zimbali this weekend, I jumped at the chance to join him. The opportunity to spend a whole weekend at the very fancy shmancy Fairmont Hotel just sounded too enticing to be ignored... Dale, on the other hand, could not understand how I would want to spend a whole weekend loafing around a hotel; "what are you going to do all weekend?" Silly silly man... I'm going to do as little as humanly possible and eat too much, and spend time in the spa, and drink silly little pink drinks with umbrellas in them...good quality time with myself!

To call this place fancy is a bit of an understatement. The hotel is HUGE! The staff are amazing, and our room was easily the size of a small apartment. Their spa is the most lavish and beautiful spa I have ever seen in my life (out of a grand total of 3 that I have been to before), and their grounds border on the beach. 


To be completely honest though, after the initial "wow!" moment - it all made me feel a little uncomfortable. I am a country bumpkin through and through, and such pretentiousness just aint for me! If lavish style and luxury is your thing, I would definitely recommend this place - it really is amazing. 

But if you are not a fan of rich people behaving like brats, then I would say you would be better off booking into something a little less extravagant. It blows my mind how rude and arrogant some of the guests were. If there's one thing that money cant buy, it is class. You can look the part, flash your fancy jewelry and clothing around, and spend oodles of moola on expensive drinks and food, but the minute you open your mouth, your ugliness is astounding.

All in all, a fun weekend break and some good quality time with me hubby. It almost felt like being on honeymoon all over again!

Have a great week y'all xxx And remember, being rude is not nice...