Last night in McGregor until 8 April

Finished packing, whew - in 40 degree heat! As I write it is still 28 degrees in the house at 8pm!

Had a lovely G&T and roast pork, roast potatoes and veg dinner at Green Gables and sitting on the verandah looking out over the vineyards and the village thought....why are we going to Italy?

But still - the thought of sailing the blue yonder, being followed by dolphins and having Italian service/food on the ship - yes, it will be good to get away and leave all things behind (except my family & my dogs - will miss them!).

To bed and to dream of new horisons......................

Morning in McGregor

A moving mosaic of rain

Fractures the clear window pane

The soft falling rustle

Stills the dry windy hustle

Dust and grime are washed away

Sunlight seeks the break of day

A drift of air moves oe’r the sill

And coffee beckons as coffee will

Cup in hand, the sun feels good

As bare feet toes caress the wood

The finches red, the weavers glow

As guinea fowls their feathers show

Budding trees with knobbly knees

The promise of fruit to come

Lettuce unfurls and spinach curls

While beans begin to run

McGregor Seasons

Rivers flow

Mountains and snow

In winter in McGregor

Vineyards bud

Rivers flood

In spring in McGregor

Leaves turn green

The air is warm and clean

In summer in McGregor

Orchards are gold

The air turns cold

In Autumn in McGregor

Evening in McGregor…

Rainbows arch across the sky

Mist and sun go swirling by

Water slides and gathers paths

As thunder rumbles in the Krans

Grass bends, branches sway

Cobwebs all are blown away

Spiders seek and crickets creep

As dreams begin to usher sleep

Silent bats begin to show

Flitting in the evening glow

Moon ascends the drifting clouds

As nightjar calls its litany sounds

An owl swoops down to hoot

A star in navy sky does shoot

The moon now sails in glory

And blissful sleep ends the story