Tangled in a tree with a crystal glass.

Dear friends and other interesting creatures,

Last night, I opened a bottle of wine, very Shirley Valentine I was. My husband came home and gave me a strange look. Apparently coming home to me drinking wine is a new thing. Well, it is…. and I quite liked it!

Last winter I had the wonderful opportunity to visit the McGregor, Robertson and Bonnievale area in the Cape. One of the many wine farms I visited was the Van Loveren Wine Estate. What drew me in, was the stories that surrounded the estate. I’m a sucker for a story, do read it over HERE.

I was thrilled when I received a case of Tangled Tree for my enjoyment, and an e-mail offering one of my loyal readers a taste of the tangled also! I was so inspired that I recorded the following, <insert my voice here> which holds the answer to a box being delivered to your home.

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Clearly the “plastic” the very un-green (learning to be eco friendly I promise!) me called the packaging, is not plastic. Hides head in shame. 

…. and I quote:

  • PET, or polyethyline terephthalate, is an unbreakable thermal polymer that is also up to80% lighter than glass. This makes wine in PET bottles ideal for consumption in the outdoors, allowing wine lovers to carry the bottles along easily and safely on hikes or forpicnics.

  • It is completely recyclable.

  • The manufacturing process of these bottles has a significantly lighter carbon footprint (up to 75% less) than glass bottles.

  • The cartons used to transport the wine are also completely recyclable.

The best part is that because the packaging is so ultra cool, it loves to travel to all the weird and wonderful places you do…. and I know where some of you go…. #justsaying

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In order to have a box of Tangled Tree delivered to your home, answer this simple question in the comment section. Please ensure I have your e-mail address to arrange delivery. Entries in by Sunday morning please, so that you too can enjoy end of the month salty crack… in wine form. 🙂

My question to you:  Which wine did I open and spoke about in my sound cloud recording

I wish you a crystal glass,

Wenchy

 

“I doubt sometimes whether a quiet and unagitated life would have suited me – yet I sometimes long for it.” ― Lord Byron

Dear friends and other interesting creatures,

Every year, I hope to forget or to either remember in a fleeting thought. This is the 17th year.

My dead boy Tim died on St Patrick’s Day.  A rather difficult day to forget now that even the leprechaun has made it safely to Africa, along with Halloween. Is a bit like the  Valentine’s Day hype, except I receive nothing. I am only reminded of what I lost. The best of friend.

Having successfully avoided pots of gold, I see the universe is a bastard.

Scrolling through Facebook tonight, I saw the words… unexpectedly felt my throat close and excused myself from the room.

It was spring. We were standing outside a pub looking up at the skies. We liked silences. They were comfortable.

Tim broke the silence by reciting a poem while not moving his eyes from mine even once. I didn’t know the poem. Now, I’ll never forget it. 

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One shade the more,
one ray the less.

I will remember you in every starry sky I see.

You were enough Tim.
Wenchy

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For the good times

Dear friends and other interesting creatures,
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This reminded me of beautiful you,  Victoria . My youngest biological child.

The way you use to look at me with wonder when you were little.

I told you if they could one man on the moon, why couldn’t they put all of them there?  🙂 

You seemed to think I knew answers.

I love you chicken little.

I’m sorry for the bad times,  let’s raise a cup of tea to the good times. #theoriginalcast

I wish for you never to be afraid of depth.

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Momma xxx

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