We spent a long weekend at our small holding on the Outeniqua Pass a few weeks ago, and while I’d like to say it was mostly magical it was also incredibly sad and emotional for all of us dealing with the loss of my father. This special place was his absolute joy, a place to “tinker” as he would say.
We spent a few days eating copious amounts of carbs, drinking and smiling through the tears. We hung out in the gardens, my mums studio and of course the market. I wrote a post about a couple of the Garden Route markets a few weeks ago here, well here is another one from that list. I think the best part of our little “Forks” as my sister and I call it (queue lame Twilight reference as its always cloudy and vamp-like) is the crazy Hydrangea plantation my mum has created behind the house. They all have a little story, and they all stop you for a chat. But far one of my favourite flowers, we pruned, wrapped and made a whole lot of bouquets for our friends back at home. Keeping some long stemmed and some shorter, I think weekend-floristry is on the cards as a serious possible hobby.