17 Friday May 2013
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ballerina, ballet, ballet steps, dance, family, Photo Challenge, pointe shoes, tutu
When I read the word Pattern, I always think of my tutu. It was made for me by a very talented lady and has the most beautiful design. Enjoy
I love blue
My Intermediate ballet exam is next week Friday. I don’t think I will be posting before then. Wish me luck!
30 Tuesday Apr 2013
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agriculture, ballerina, ballet, dairy farm, family, jersey cows, Nature, Photo Challenge, tractor
My parents have always said that the only culture we have is agriculture. And luckily for me, Dad was busy planting some oats for our cattle to graze in winter. The tractor was the perfect model.
Our newer tractor, fondly named “The Dawn Treader”
I must skedaddle, my ballet exam is on the 24th of May and there are going to be so many extra classes. Tomorrow’s class starts at nine… I’m not a morning person!
Au Revoirs
19 Friday Apr 2013
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baking, ballet, cakes, dairy farm, dance, equestrian, Horse, horses, Ice-skating, jersey cows, pointe shoes, rainbows
Beloved readers. I have no words to tell you how sorry I am. I know I haven’t written for a month, so here is a nice long blog to make it up to you.
In the begining of March, Firn and I went to a horse camp.
The horse camp is a week long (which is not long enough!) and there are over forty horses on the farm. It was a Homeschool camp with about sixty other kids, and a few mums and dads. The people who run the place, Gavin and Tannie Elna, are the sweetest people on the planet. Firn went there last year, so she knew how it worked. She and all the more experienced kids would saddle up the horses, teach a beginners class every now and then, and just help around. When I arrived there I was so nervous, having just had a nasty fall off Siobhan, and I was terrified of cantering. At the end of the camp, I was cantering around on a horse I barely knew, with loose reins. It was so cool!
This is where we would sit in the evenings, watching and learning all we could about the amazing horses. Photo by M van der Marve
We would often sit there, sometimes watching horses feet being trimmed, other times watching people play their guitars and sing.
Just before a six hour outride! What fun! Photo by M van der Marve
Our friend the Cowboy Dude on Kaviaar. Photo by M van der Marve
Firn on her beloved Camelot. Photo by M van der Marve
We would ride! Every day, sometime twice a day. Riding out on the large farm, barrel racing, and somtimes just riding in an arena. The horses were really well behaved and beautiful.
After the Horse camp (literally, the day after the pony camp), I went to a ballet workshop given by Diane Finch, a retired lead dancer. She is a lovely woman. The only thing is, you have to dance well or she hits you softly with a bright green fly-swatter. I would put a picture on, but I’m in it with a turned in leg. No way am I putting that on my blog!
There were cakes to be made this month (loads of them), and I wanted a bit of colour. Thus, the rainbow cupcake was born!
Rainbow cupcakes
A rose cake
Firny and I went ice-skating last week, with the Cowboy Dude and his brother. Poor Firn decided not to hang onto the barrier and the result was that she fell so often, that when we left the Cowboy Dude was a pro at catching falling Firns… and Rains. I did my fair share of falling, but the bruises on my knees are nowhere near as impresseve as Firn’s.
The Cowboy Dude, as always, ready to catch Firn if she falls…
All in all, it was a busy month! Until next time!
08 Friday Mar 2013
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This is a really last minute post, but I hope you guys will like it.
My Grandmother (whom we all call Pixie) gave me this beautiful paperweight. I don’t use it as one, just let it sit there and look pretty.
My apologies for the rushed post. I don’t want to be late for the Photo Challenge!
Until later my dearest of friends! 
01 Friday Feb 2013
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Spot-On, with her newborn calf, Squirt.
To me, this is love. A mother and her newborn baby.
It was difficult to get a good picture, little Squirt was staggering around with her mom trailing behind… And Holly, who was about to calve, thought that Squirt was her baby, and was trying to steal her away from Spot-On. So I got one good picture. And the love shows.
21 Monday Jan 2013
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I took this photo while on a walk with Firn and Thunder, about two months ago. Before Firn backed him, she used to walk him outside his camp, to get him used to all the birds, trees and the scary horse eating monsters (which are invisible to humans). After many bad pictures with either Thunder or Firn misbehaving, I finally got a lovely picture. It was a suprise they both co-operated!
I am most frightfully sorry for not blogging as often as I should. Unlike Firn, words don’t roll off my tongue with the same ease as a galloping horse (mind you that was a pretty good sentence ;D). And after the last long wait for me to finally spew out a blog, I have promised to try to blog every week.
Even if only for the photo challenge.
23 Sunday Dec 2012
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17 Monday Sep 2012
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ballerina, ballet, ballet steps, ballet teacher, dairy farm, dance, equestrian, guns, horses, jersey cows, pointe shoes, shooting rats
This is me. Gangly, blonde, blue eyed and ballet obsessed. I will randomly shout ballet steps at the top of my lungs, just to get rid of some energy. Don’t try to wake me up early in the morning. You’ll get a pillow in the face.
My family and I live on a small dairy farm in Heidelberg, South Africa. The family consists of: Mom, Dad, Firn (my sister), me, about 200 Jersey cows, 200 Holstiens (whom we raise for a fellow dairy farmer), 14 workers, 8 dogs, loads of chickens, 4 geese, 8 horses, 1 cat, 1 rabbit, 1 donkey and way to many rats. And of course, God. As my sister once put it “We’re sane enough to know we’re crazy, and mad enough not to care.”
To me, ballet is my life. When I dance, I am happy. Even if I’m stiff tomorrow in places I didn’t know I had, it’s worth it. My parents have always homeschooled us, which is nice since I follow my ballet teacher like a lost puppy. If she does stage rehearsals, any time of the day, I will be there controlling the music. Anything to learn more about this stunning art.
Guns are a hobby of mine, Dad and I used to go shooting rats in the feed sheds. Now, we shoot (and eat) guinea fowl. Mind you, I’m just as comfortable in the kitchen. Don’t expect me to cook, baking is more my thing. I bake birthday cakes for just about everyone I know. Even the workers get cakes on their birthdays.
Last but definitely not least, there’s Siobhan, my 13.2 hand 4 year old pony. She is a plain bay with two white socks, and hilarious sense of humour. And the only horse I’ve met who can snicker. When I first rode her, we just clicked. She is still a beginner, so she is a bit difficult but I still love her.
That’s me, look forward to reading about my misadventures. Speak sofly and carry an AK-47 (you’ll need it).
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