It’s so nice to leave Africa in the dry season when there’s hardly anything green, and come back here with all the pretty birdies singing and flowers blooming.
Flowers blooming, nose running, head throbbing, me wheezing, allergies flaring.
Enter new air
In completely unrelated news, this is a girly blog according to David Ker because I write
about flowers, and my cat. Since David writes a far better blog than I do, I guess I have to take his word for it. Maybe it will be less girly if I talk more about my machete?