A valley of clouds at dusk is the view that greeted me as I closed up for the evening at the end of an interesting day, thinking that the week had flown.
This has a lot to do with why. Guests in the accommodation establishment we manage, somehow, managed to virtually destroyed this teak chair and damaged another. The Husband has repaired ine and is doing his best to rebuild the second so that it can again be sat upon. He hopes. It's going to take another day of cut, fill, replace, glue and clamp... As for the guest apologising and taking responsibility? Let's just say, that it's taken up a large chunk of my week; an exercise in futility, I suspect.
Then.
Not sometimes, but rather, a lot of the time, it's the little things: getting the omelettes just right and garden loot to make things just perfect.
Salad Buddha bowls of delicious juicy freshness and summer green. She repeats: from the garden.
At least somenthings are right in my little world.
Until next time, be well
Fiona
The Sandbag House
McGregor, South Africa
Photo: Selma
Post script
If this post might seem familiar, it's because I'm doing two things:
@artywink