09/08/2025
Today, I set my alarm for 4:30, preparing for a 5:30 walk because I like to treat myself to a pre-exercise cuppa.
To my shock and horror, there were no walkers in sight , all the runners disappeared into the dark, leaving me to walk on my own. I was, of course, kitted out in pink, since it’s Women’s Day.
Along the way, I came across bougainvillea blooming in every colour imaginable. That’s when the penny dropped ,my own plant needed to be freed from its pot, planted in the ground, and spoiled with some bone meal (thank you, Tanya Visser, for the gardening wisdom).
My flamingos also needed a lick of paint, pink, naturally. The now-empty pot would be perfect for impatiens.
I told a friend that we stand on the great shoulders of women , our grandmothers, mothers, aunts, and role models. She reminded me not to discount the powerful lessons from our sister-friends. According to scientific “women years” calculations, I’m nearly 700 years old!
I completed my route feeling lighter, wiser, and just a little bit pinker.
