A Margaret Roberts Christmas

If you don't know what spekboom is, allow me to humbly share my recently gained knowledge. Spekboom is our very own proudly South African succulent that fights air pollution by absorbing carbon dioxide and converting it into oxygen.

I know this only because we spent our Saturday at the Margaret Roberts Herbal Centre, where Immy was given a little spekboom tree to decorate and take home, along with two biscuits, a couple of tubs of icing and some sprinkles thrown in for good measure.

Our morning meandered along something like this.

After the tree decorating, it was time to receive a surprise gift from a very lovely and gentle Father Christmas. Turns out that she seems to prefer him as an abstract concept rather than an actual bearded man in a red suit.

She loved her gifts though.

My explanations of the right way up (see the side with all the holes?) fell on deaf ears. She played that thing through garden, hill and dale.

We explored. So many lovely things to stumble upon and enjoy.

A gossamer spider web glinting in the sun.

A fern garden.

A goblin, his frog and their own little story on a plaque.

A garden saint. She too, comes with her own story.

A tiny, tranquil chapel. With a sign outside the door that reads:

Welcome friend, from anywhere
Never mind the clothes you wear,
God looks on the inner heart,
Pray in peace, in love depart.

A collection of exquisitely beautiful fairies, handmade by Margaret and Sarah.

And a fairy swing in the most picture-perfect tree that you ever did see.

When we were tired, and hungry, we headed to the tea garden. Where Immy spotted a tree which led to the immediate discarding of fairy clothes in favour of more practical tree-climbing ones.

Tickle tickle. Which takes on a whole new meaning when lying bare-backed in the grass.

Be-winged and be-friended.

Off to the herb nursery, a daddy and his girl.

When we left, four hours had flown by. She fell asleep within minutes.

And my under-the-top, non-dramatic husband declared: That was very pleasant.

Which for him is the equivalent of two thumbs WAY HIGH while simultaneously doing a SIDE-HEEL-CLICK in the air.

We're off on a weekend trip tomorrow. Let the over-packing begin.


Wow Megs, the photos are amazingly beautiful... you may have missed your calling!