How lucky I have been to be able to spend so much time with my first grandson in the USA. It has been a learning curve for both of us!! I must admit I miss HeeHoo's strong arms when he goes back to bulawayo because this Wee Boy of mine is no longer Wee. He is a bruiser and I have great difficulty getting him up and down these steep and numerous stairs!!

I have had to come to grips with quite a few first world pleasures and one of them has been the terminology. To my gorgeous American Family a pram is a stroller, a push chair is a buggy, a nappy is a diaper, and a dummy is a pacifier!! As for a car boot
Well it's called a 'trunk' here.... I made the mistake of saying to an Uber driver, when he was loading my groceries, that his 'boot was really clean and tidy'. Well the poor man was so confused, he gazed at his boots ( the ones on his feet) in perplexed silence, for some time!!

Americans look at me askance when I says things like 'muti', 'mooshy' and 'lekker', my family refuses to allow me to use the term 'just now' .

The first thing HeeHoo ever does in a home is to install a bird feeder, but he did not take into account the tenacity of the American Squirrel!! These obdurate creatures can conquer any so called 'squirrel proof' bird feeders, especially our resident pair!!

It's a glorious time of the year in Georgia, every tree, every shrub, every plant is blossoming into spring, the colors are heavenly. Peach trees abound, the Dogwood trees are laden with blossom, the azaleas have tiny buds just waiting for the right moment to burst forth, purple azaleas, white azaleas, fuchsia azaleas! Camellias are in abundance with their deep magenta blossoms.

I watch with awe from the upstairs window, the courteous behavior of the vehicle drivers here. The yellow school buses are sacrosanct, one does not pass them going either way under any circumstances, the drivers here are fabulous and when they see you walking with a stroller, or a dog, or just walking, they make a wide arc to give you space. (Unlike certain Bulawayo drivers who like to see if they can hit you with their wing mirrors!!)

The dogs here too are beautifully behaved, none of this rushing out of their yards to attack!! None of the yards have gates or fences and one seldom encounters a dog unless being walked on a lead. Instead of gates, walls and fences, each yard with a dog has an invisible fence and dogs are trained by high pitched noises, or alternately gentle electric shocks, to stay within their confines.

So much for my ramblings, their are diapers to be changed!!