The sounds of silence.

Night noises are mostly the things of nightmares with the old line of “what goes ‘thump’ in the night” coming to mind! In a previous post, I contrasted the sounds of our home on a traffic circle in a quiet town in The Netherlands with the rural sounds of our Swiss alpine escape. A largeContinue reading “The sounds of silence.”

The taste of a memory.

Raspberries. No matter where in the world I find myself, the moment that I put a raspberry into my mouth, I am instantly transported back to my maternal Grandmother.  More precisely, her vegetable garden on their farm in the Bulwer district of Kwa-Zulu Natal, South Africa. It is said that the sense of smell isContinue reading “The taste of a memory.”

Farming the Dutch way.

Whenever we’ve had the occasion to travel across the country to the east – believe me when I say that it takes only two hours and one is already at the German border – we venture away from the densely populated coastal region and into the more rural farming area which immediately makes me feelContinue reading “Farming the Dutch way.”