It's a glorious spring day in Cape Town after weeks of rainy cold squalls. I watched my two favorite boys (Joel & Jack) playing in our garden, beautifully sandwiched between dreamy blue sky and gleaming green grass. Our garden - or to be specific - the patch we've planted, is budding, blossoming and burgeoning. Plants that I've seen on the mountainside near our home and never taken too much notice of, are budding in our front yard! There's the exotic looking pincushion, which has a cone shaped bud and every day this week I've watched slow, thin tendrils of yellow unfurl themselves from the cone, like a multitude of pins slowly raising their heads to the sun.
Jack is going through a learning curve of note, and comes up with new words every day. He copies what we say, and then also very quickly takes in new words we teach him. We're growing to love him more and more every day. I find it hard to think back to my days before him, without his quirky, feisty little / big presence.
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