So the weeks fly by.
We spent some time working at a mystical house on the coast. There are Khoisan shell middens close by and the wild birds in the garden all have pet names.
Then off we trundled to my favourite farm.
I had forgotten that pigs were so soulful.
So inquisitive. So hairy.
Roosters pick their way through marguerites and yarrow.
The silkies have Easter card chicks.
The cats and the dogs are as lazy as ever.
Closer to home, I found another golden orb spider - on her golden web.
And at home, even though Autumn approaches, magical flowers bloom.