Lockdown memories, May

My dog Vida on her bed. She kindly allows me to sleep in it every night. Note the raised paw – she knows a cuddle is imminent.

As May arrived and Covid-19 continued to ravage the world, we at the tip of Africa entered the last month of autumn. You call it ‘fall‘ in the US because that’s what the leaves do, right? I love autumn because it’s still very warm but tree colours are lovely and sunsets seem to reflect those colours. Unless you’re stuck at home and can’t get to the forest or special places where you normally admire the autumn leaves.

Guess who loved lockdown? Guess who loved it very much and didn’t have the possibility of being infected? Guess who doesn’t have to wear a mask or sanitise or wash hands or do anything different? Dogs! That’s who.

Lockdown from a dog’s point of view was pure heaven. The humans were home all the time. The humans were needy and prone to repeated cuddling. The humans never pushed them away because of wearing a clean special dress or delicate fabric. Humans spent extra time in the kitchen and there were all sorts of things falling from the counter – hullo, do you know how much cheese this house went through? The humans even spent many extra hours in bed – sometimes entire days!!!! Ok, so walks were fewer and maybe even sometimes boringly around the block on a lead instead of favourite places like the beach or the forest where they could run off leash. But hey, having your human home all day long, that’s a dogs perfect life.

Yeah, Covid-19 was good for dogs.

Sweets …. I munched on a lot of sweets during lockdown. These are pretty and colourful and they’re called jelly beans.

When the strictest lockdown was eased in May, one of the luxuries available was food deliveries. Restaurants were still months away from opening, but deliveries were possible. My son’s lovely friend Anne-Charlotte who lives in Toulouse, France, arranged a lovely care-gift for us. What a treat it was! These gorgeous items below, and some not shown such as a marvellous farm-bread and a chicken pie. The red mask is mine, my son got a green one. It was gestures like this that made life bearable. My industry was decimated, my income was zero, but someone somewhere made a loving gesture.. we felt the love.

I’ve been very grateful for my garden and I can’t imagine how hard it must be to be cooped up inside an apartment, as many people were. The fencing off of certain sections is to prevent the dogs from trampling things as they rush through to shout at passers-by in the street.

See previous post – this was a May braai. The famous boerewors, chicken, and sweet potato (yam) cooked on the fire wrapped in foil, served with a big blob of butter. Yum.
We baked an excessive quantity of muffins, of every flavour. This is choc-chip. Many miniature ones and one large one for fun.
And as winter approached, it became cold and I wore my onesie. I love it to bits and have no shame, especially when I know lockdown means no-one will drop in unexpectedly.

And, as all my posts end these days – my continued appeal for your assistance to save my business before the bank does its dirty deed of repossessing my minibus. Read about it here:

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About Francoise Armour

I run a small touring company (Tours du Cap) at the bottom of Africa, to show visitors the beauty and vibrant culture of the country I have lived in since my parents brought me here from France as a child. I enjoy taking photos and wish I had learnt to do it properly. I enjoy writing but don't do enough of it. I enjoy walking in the mountains that surround me and I marvel over the views and the flowers and the amazing rock formations. I have a small, cute, clever, black dog of indeterminable breed, named Vida, who reminds me regularly that walking and getting out is not only for when tourists want it.

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I am not a photographer and do not claim to have any particular skills whatsoever in that department. I have enormous respect for those who can see the potential in a scene and can create a great photo. Good photography is an art, in my opinion.

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