It is absolutely incredible how quickly the garden has responded to the recent rain. Dry bushes which could easily have been mistaken for dead, have a very light covering of tiny leaves; the grass is starting to grow and some flowers have blossomed. It is just wonderful to watch how every day brings something new and I marvel at how little rain it actually takes to make this transformation. Although we had two heavy downfalls, we haven't even had a whole week of rain.
Eunice is in today, trying to get some of the ironing done. She has not had electricity at her house since Tuesday.
As usual, there are about twenty new messages on the neighbourhood watch WhatsApp group. For some reason, it is always more busy over the weekend.
There is a dog barking on Napier. Please could you check it out.
There is a man walking down my road with a big bag.
I can hear a strange whistling sound. Please come quickly.
There is a man in a white car parked across the road. When I asked him what he was doing, he wound his window up.
A while ago, I decided to mute all my WhatsApp groups. which is probably not the right thing to do with the neighbourhood watch group, but I really can't be woken up at two o'clock in the morning to be told that someone thinks there is an intruder in their yard because they heard the bin fall over.
Our friends, Paul and Ute, come round for sundowners. It is a beautiful evening, especially as the electricity is off and so there is no interference from the house lights, although we get bombarded by insects. When our guests have gone, John and I sit outside a bit longer and discuss our options for the future. It is a hot, clear night, full of stars.
'If anyone were to ask, "Tell me one thing that summed Zimbabwe up for you",' says John, 'I'd say the stars.'
How ironic it is that in our busy lives, we often forget to look at the stars and that it takes a power cut to remind us to appreciate what we have overlooked.
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