I’ve been waiting for the snow to fall, before resuming this blog – I mean, why would you want to announce to the world that you are back in Toronto, after a whole month away in sunny South Africa (wildlife, braaivleis, red wine, and temperatures in the thirties) unless you can say you have come back to – come back for – the snow? I mean, that’s what Canada’s about, right? Oh, and the cold – that too. We’ve had that, surely, cold into the minus twenties, if that’s cold enough for you. But snow is what we call for, what we expect, for a Canadian winter, and snow has been only grudgingly, if at all, forthcoming, since I landed back here on the 11th of January. Until yesterday, that is, when it fell thickly, persistently, pasting a sugary white icing over the whole darn fruitcake of a city. Nice. Now I know I am back home, in my other home, in Toronto.
Time for some promises. I promise I will post some photos – a leopard, that we spotted in Kruger; maybe some elephants, greeting and socializing; some pix of my children and my mother, perhaps – a view or two of the winelands, and the Cederberg. With a narrative – something, at least, about where we were, what we did, how we felt about it – about being back in South Africa, with friends and family.
But not today, Josephine – today there is work to do. Loads of it. Which is really why I hadn’t gotten around to posting on this blog until now.