Riaan en Kari Doorduin: Tea Under the Trees

01 November 2011

Tea Under the Trees

Die weeklikse Doorduin - Van Daalen uitstappie was vandag na 'n pragtige plaas in Noorder Paarl - waar mens onder massiewe akkerbome in 'n baie mooi groen en welige tuin kan sit en tee drink. (Hulle het koffie ook - ons het dit probeer net omdat dit baie belangrik is om te weet hoe elke plek waareen ons gaan se koffie smaak. Ek was dom genoeg om 'n cupochino met room te vat - meer room as koffie). Daar is baie baie soorte tees, though - en by 'n plek met die naam Tea under the Trees, moet mens seker eerder die tee vat.

Ons kinders het bietjie rose gekyk en geruik, en ek moet so baie fotos post want hulle is net almal SO mooi!

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"Science without religion is lame, religion without science is blind." -Albert Einstein

"He who cannot draw on 3000 years is living from hand to mouth." -Goethe

"When confronted with a work of art, we have to open our minds to allow it to carry us away. If we seek to relate intimately to another person, we have to be prepared to make ourselves vulnerable.." - Karen Armstrong

I wanted to live everywhere and smell, taste, feel everything. I wanted to go to sea, explore unknown lands, take off in a space rocket, dine only at all-you-can-eat restaurants, be the last to leave parties. What I couldn’t acknowledge then, and hardly now, is that life just isn’t like that for most of us. The quicksands of suburbia were lurking at every step, and those who broke on through to the sunlit uplands couldn’t find their way back, even when the poverty and lack of enthusiasm for climbing means they wanted to come back. It was the dream of an immature young man, which is exactly what I was.
My eyes would be drawn inevitably to the low ridge of purple hills that ringed the east side of Manchester. The weight of the city; of all those people moving on their tiny arcs across its concrete streets, would be lifted for a moment. That place, over there in those hills, was somewhere I could feel alive, where the moment of release could give me the clarity to understand unconsciously that poetry, prophecy, and religion are all one.

- Ed Douglas: Voices from the Summit, 2000