What a lovely surprise to receive this message from WordPress last night: "Happy Anniversary with WordPress.com! You registered on WordPress.com one year ago! Thanks for flying with us. Keep up the good blogging!" It is indeed an auspicious occasion, and I am very grateful to have readers and followers of the blog, on this … Continue reading First Anniversary of The Holly Tree Tales Blog
Writing
Collecting Leaves ~ A Poem With Little Punctuation
Collecting Leaves Golden sunshine captures me as I look into the leaves ... Smells and sights and sounds I feel As into the depths of golden hues ...
A Catch-Up With Readers
Dear Readers, Today I thought it would be a good idea to stop a while and say thank you to those who have been kind enough to take an interest in my Blog, and who have so willingly 'signed up' to follow The Holly Tree Tales, either as fellow bloggers or via personal email updates. Having finally … Continue reading A Catch-Up With Readers
Ek Wil Huis Toe Gaan – An Ode to South Africa – With Translation
In my previous blogpost, I explained the writing of this poem, which seemed to write itself one chilly evening in Britain, during October 2013. I have now cobbled together a translation, which appears below the original here, for those who do not speak Afrikaans nor know the South African lingo ...
A Letter To My Brother
To my darling brother, Whom I have known for fifty years today, A message that is on my heart to share with you, On your special birthday far away ... I am not sure how to write this, nor how to best begin, and so am going to pretend that we are in the … Continue reading A Letter To My Brother
Trepidatious Booksteps
***** When you have a huge story inside of you, waiting for its natural time to be carefully birthed, and then discover in a moment that part of your story has been written about and published by someone else ... I am feeling rather peculiar today, and am not at all sure how to process … Continue reading Trepidatious Booksteps
Poem: Caught Betwixt
I came across a journal containing a few of my poems yesterday, scribbled down in pensive moments many years ago. This poem was written in September 1986 ... less than a year after reluctantly leaving my beloved Africa. I cannot recall whether this was personal or a reflective observation, but have no doubt that I would at some time have … Continue reading Poem: Caught Betwixt
Weedy Heights
I started my life in Africa living in a little house, on a hill, called “Weedy Heights”. I have recently learnt the address of this home that I once knew, felt safe in and loved, but have not seen it since I was three years old. I have no idea whether it kept that name, … Continue reading Weedy Heights
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