This is a little poem I wrote, this is my first time experiencing Christmas in the Southern Hemisphere:
Baobab Christmas Tree
by J. B. Duryea
Far to the north winter bites.
Wind and cold blur Christmas lights.
Spruce, fur or pine mark season’s glee,
but down here we have a Baobab Christmas tree.
Upon no farm are they raised to be sold.
They stay in one place and grow old.
Its beauty conveys happiness to thee.
Honestly it looks like a tree upside-down to me.
Way down here not a snowflake in sight.
The Baobab Christmas tree makes us smile at night.
Mandela taught us better.
Jozi Skyline looking toward the CBD, the once-thriving Central Business District
lions, in Johannesburg. We visited a conservation park on the day we arrived in South Africa.
Judgment vs. Understanding
Went for a walk in a rose garden...
Home, drinking wine, listening to music