Bosveld

I spent the past long weekend at one of my favorite places in the whole wide world.  My family’s farm close to Thabazimbi appropriately named Geluk.  Having to brave the Brits potholes and then a long 40km drive over the worst dirt roads you find yourself in the middle of nowhere, where you can still sleep with your doors and windows open, the biggest threat coming from spiders and snakes.

It is difficult to put the magic on the farm into words, but these are a few words that come to mind when I think of the farm.

Sun, Ronde Voete, Dust, Heat, Fun, Captain, Braaibroodjies, Silence, Joy, Steak, Beer, Jenga, Naps, Clean Air, Sunrise, Family, Friends, Wind, Vlakvarke, Coffee, Thorns, Brunch, Dogs, Walks, Laughter, Stories, Jokes, Masjien Taal, Tsonga moments, hammocks, Bugs, Wine, Running, Sunsets, Stars…

Random I know…

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