Pot calling kettle black

A gardening week has been had by me, this week, and I have had a blissful time, rearranging my jungle border.

 Planting the Oregano borders to my raised braii room beds, lilies from Eugene in there as well, I have painted the back of the braai room wall blue [just a single wall] and planted Leopard trees and a Mulberry in the old kraal.

Grown Leopard trees..mine are simple twigs in the ground at the moment.

The vines are now budding.

The geese getting very cross that we were in their kraall.

The grass is really starting to take hold now, although I realise that there is a definite technique in propagating grass in the desert. For a start its the kukoy grass that we planted in the Stukkies in June, needs to be mowed and kept very short so that it sends runners out and doesn't grow upwards, it is easily overwatered so we have had to reduce its watering to every other day.
Now poor Moses needs to mow the sparse lines of infant grass. Not helped by Bongo leaping all over him with delight that someone is joining him in the krall..this is where Bongo does his crazy 10 minute circles at frightening speed every day. It drives Bossy wild to see him doing this, as the grass is not deeply rooted and it looks as though someone has been using the area as a horse racing track after Bongs has finished..But I love to watch him do it. Sheer exuberance in his power and speed.

Bongo inspecting the Mulberry tree planted by the Goose chalet.

Anyway, on Wednesday I was heavily involved in my jungle boarder, weeding and clearing, Moses came racing into the jungle.."Missus come." Wide eyed and flapping his great hands as he does..so I ran out of the jungle boarder in a state of chaos, secateurs in hand, and BLT throwing knife at my waist.
There on the other side of out green gates,[ which were being unhooked!,] was a very pretty, rather dusty Porche.
As I trundled through the dismantled gates and down the dusty track of our drive [secateurs still in hand] I realised that it was Cecilia, with her boss Brigitte behind the wheel, they are visiting their clients in the Northern Cape..remeber the standard apparel for our area is safari gear for both men and women..OMG! both dressed in their finest clothes as they disembarked from the car, they were toppling in the gravel on very high spiky heels.
There was no way that either of them will be able to get to the farm in those shoes..so I counselled them against the treck and asked if they had spare shoes in the car... Brigitte found a pair of shiny patent black flats..with a large Gucci buckle. Cecilia found a pair of towelling bedroom slippers [ Hurrah for Cecilia], so we marched to the farm, Moses and the boys working on the gates gobsmacked by the spectacle of the porche and its occupants.
Brigitte was the lady who very kindly drove Finn around the Krugar park in her porche when he was stuck in Joberg for one of his extra weeks here in March/April [remember the volcanic ash clouds] So I had the opportunity to thank her and sit in my gardening kit..having a great deal of banter with the two, Cecilia is the lady who does all of Bigs freight forwarding in Cape Town, and she is a real sweetie, she often goes and gets Little if he is at school for a weekend and takes him out with her daughter for the day..She has become a great friend to us all. We know Brigitte less well.

Outside looking in

Bee ,a beautiful foil to the Marjorelle wall

Anyway, they both loved my blue wall, I have just realised where the seed for this was planted... About 5 years ago, Jessie and Polly, Viki and I went to Marrakesh for 10 days. We visited the beautiful Jardin du Majorelle. The stunning blue was used liberally by the original owner Jacques Majorelle. The garden was purchased and then restored in the 60`s by Pierre Berge and Yves Saint Laurent. If ever you visit Marrakesc please do take a trip around the gardens they are beautiful.
It is also a wonderful excuse to show you some of my photos of our memorable trip!

Marjorelle gardens

Graffiti on the bamboo at the Marjorelle Gardens

Anyway back to Brigitte, standing staring at my blue wall, in expensive clothes and sunglasses with her Gucci bag and shoes..all a little dull from the dust..Brigitte came out with a classic statement, "I don't think you really belong in the Northern Cape my darling!" Cecilia and I just hooted...pot calling kettle black or what.

Talk about beutifully dressed ladies..isnt this a stunning picture.. I dont recall where I found it but it is quite stunning.