Early in the 2020 pandemic I established an evening routine of taking a stroll around my ½ acre compound and picking up any sticks that might have fallen from the various Eucalyptus and Gravillea trees growing within. Incidentally, what we call a compound in Kenya is known as a yard in America or a garden in England. I know that in America the word compound brings up notions of Branch Davidians and other armed cultists preparing for doomsday, but it’s really an innocuous word. More on words in a bit. Continue reading “Must be the Season of the Sticks”
Growing up on a farm necessitated learning a little bit about a lot of things, but most importantly, learning how to become self-reliant. Farm living is the perfect incubator for hatching the jack of all trades. When you live miles from the nearest store and scrape by on a budget that doesn’t allow for buying expensive replacement parts or paying exorbitant labor charges to professional mechanics you learn to fix what you’ve got with whatever you have on hand. You do it not because you want to but because you have to. Continue reading “It’s Just What I Do”
This blog turned 1 year old this week. Hooray!
Thanks to all my faithful readers for sticking with it. What started as a whim, as an outlet for my rambles, has matured into something I take more seriously now, thanks to your views and your inputs. Looking forward to the year ahead and many more to come!
Thought I’d share some statistics for you, thanks to the good folks at WordPress. Continue reading “Happy Birthday To Me!”
Actually the blog is staying right here, but the owner is moving to Botswana. So bear with me in the transition because I may not post as frequently until I get established in my new upscale shack in Gaborone.