It’s not often that The Husband and I head into town on a Saturday and even less so with time on our hands. For some reason, this particular Saturday in April, we took it upon ourselves to head into town and to the nursery. What we were looking for doesn’t matter – we were too late. Every time we go to the nursery, we pass this unmissable house.
An original Victorian cottage, it has received some modern (and not-so-modern) embellishments. No, I’m not talking about the vibacrete wall that is virtually ubiquitous in South Africa, or the metal window frames that have replaced the original, oblong sash windows.
I wonder who’s shoe that is, and how did the one with the almost-lost-sole end up there? How old is that frying pan, not to mention that colander? How many people have they fed? Was that today’s coffee in the plunger hiding among the other empty pots on the wall?
Surrounding the front door is the soundtrack to someone’s life – preserved in vinyl, with a “bottle” of local vino chucked in. Two generations of Quality Street also grace the other side – sweets and biscuits don’t often come in tins anymore. Images of lives, memories and people.
Father Christmas and nose-picking Goblin peak out of the old shoe bag, making one wonder who else lurks in its other pockets….The old Blaupunkt transistor radio, on the floor among the pot plants below Goblin, reminded me of childhood evenings before television arrived, and when listening to the radio was a family activity, rather than something one only did in the car, listening to traffic reports.
Happy Hippo on the gatepost watches all, smiling at everyone, including mad women with cameras.
Happy Hippo, I thought, would make a great entry into this week’s Black and White Photo Challenge.
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