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Oribi Mom: Squeaking Takkie in the Winelands While Herding Cats

We celebrated with our family and watched our boys experience their very first wedding.

 The beautiful winelands in the Cape.

March 14, 2025

Oribi Mom’s crew had a little adventure.

First, it must be said that this was the very first new year that Oribi Mom and Dad can remember staying up for in, well, we think, decades. We’re not teenagers trying to find shelter on some beach thanks to the South Coast’s dependable New Year’s Eve rain anymore. This year, we shouted ‘Happy New Year’ over loud music under flashing lights and even kissed (very briefly!). It was well past our parental bedtime, and three tiny boys were already asleep in the room we were all sharing. Still, we were quite proud of our efforts.

It was a special wedding, you see, over New Year’s Eve on a wine estate – and over 1500 kilometres away from our little farmhouse. We worked all year to get to that wedding. We very nearly cancelled, too.

We Almost Didn’t Make the Wedding

The first half of December was a bit of a blur. The kids promptly got sick in the last week of school and passed it along to their tired parents. Then, Oribi Gorge lost power in that huge storm that blew over poles and trees. We didn’t have power for eight days.

We went to stay with the grandparents a little earlier than planned, packing for the wedding just in case, and then the kids got sick again. Very sick. Like buying a portable nebuliser in case anyone couldn’t breathe properly on the road.

A rat chewed our car’s air conditioning wire to pieces. Can you drive through the Karoo in mid-summer without air conditioning? On the morning we decided to leave, a beloved uncle passed away.

What did we do?

We visited our dear aunt with flowers, finished the packing, bathed the boys, and strapped them into their car seats at 7 pm.

We drove 18 hours, non-stop, through the night and arrived in Cape Town at lunchtime the next day.

We celebrated with our family and watched our boys experience their very first wedding. It was like herding cats with 10 niblings walking ahead of their aunty down the aisle together, but it was so beautiful.

We danced. We laughed. We got all dressed up and took a family picture. We saw in 2025.

And then, we made it home again to Oribi Gorge. We’re all better; we have power, and it’s a whole new year!

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Oribi Mom: The Beach Never Gets Old

“Where did those twenty-something years go in the blink of an eye?”

Heather and Robin Lind.

April 23, 2024

An old friend’s son has just turned 18. He was 11 just last week. A certain Oribi Dad’s big midlife birthday is also fast approaching. I can still remember the moment our eyes met for the first time like it was five minutes ago. Toes in beach sand, but wearing a jersey because it was the middle of July. South Coast living is very kind in that way. You can grab a jacket but still get away with shorts and slops most days of the year.

My 15-year-old self was a little different from now. Bolder, and much cheekier, with a smaller waist and an even narrower worldview. All of the people there teased us about a summer fling that was sure to end once we all got back to school. We didn’t even live in the same town. Twenty-three years later, our fling is a ring, three sweet sons, two dogs, and many memories of other beautiful beaches we’ve explored together. What are the chances?

Also, where did those twenty-something years go in the blink of an eye? We’ve already moved past so much life and so many changes. I still like Turkish Delight, but it sits on the hips a little easier these days. He still likes Greenday and jokes about it near the end of every September. The Lion King still makes both of us gulp back the tears. It’s 30 years old. Thirty! That’s as old as the new South Africa!

What was I doing thirty years ago? Grade 2, I think, with Mrs Bentley, who loved tennis and dyeing her hair strange colours. She was certainly younger then than I am right now. There’s a thought. She loved tennis, as I did, which is probably why I remember her hair and mini skirts. That was what we wore to play tennis then. Little skirts with ball holders clipped on the back of them, so we could serve with only one ball in our hands and not throw it up skew. We must have been so cute! We thought we were the bee’s knees.

In another thirty years, I’m sure I’ll have a more mature perspective on my life right now. What will it look like from over there, to look back in this chaotic and exhausting mother-of-three-little-boys phase? Why did I use to think it was so hard? Who knows?

That’s why we do it as best we can in each moment. Isn’t each of those moments life itself?

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Oribi Mom: Family Menagerie Might Not Be Done Yet

“Our little farm seems to be becoming a haven for these beautiful creatures.”

PHOTO BY PIXABAYJuly 25, 2023

It seems like an awfully long time ago that we had chickens and rabbits in the garden. That season was such a sweet time, watching the boys grow up with pecking, cackling hens, collecting eggs, and then cuddling sweet white rabbits whenever they could catch them.
The baby rabbits were really adorable; fluffy and soft and warm.

But the mamba these pets attracted wasn’t adorable. And we didn’t venture to replace the pets after the season had reached a natural end. Recently, though, we were very happy to add Marley, I mean Ranger, to our family. He has slotted right in like he’d always belonged here. He’s brought such laughter and antics to every day spent with his beloved farm boys.

He lets the youngest climb on him and pull his floppy lips, so patient and gentle as he helps us teach them the meaning of ‘gentle’ in such practical ways. He entertains the three year old, playing with toys and running together in the garden. And he’s a great watch dog too, even letting us know when the eagle owls have come to play with the lawn crickets at night.

So, of course, when another person was moving overseas and looking for a home for their two snoops, they came to us, too. And since we’re already taking care of Ranger and he’s taking care of us, it seemed only natural to say yes without hesitation. Hopefully, it’s a great decision. We’ll let our Ranger decide when his two new companions arrive soon.

Do you need a home for your beautiful aging Labrador? Our little farm seems to be becoming a haven for these beautiful creatures. And we wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Oribi Mom: Daddies Deserve Their Silver

“They give him grey hair rather than gratitude, but that’s a vice the young sometimes only acknowledge when they’re no longer young.”

PHOTO BY PIXABAY

June 22, 2023

“Can you say Mama?”

“Dada.”

And that’s how it’s been for all three of our munchkins. They really love their Dad, and that’s never something to take lightly in this crazy, mixed-up world of ours.

Fathers are so important in children’s lives. Where else would they learn how to play practical jokes on their mothers or their future wives? How else will they learn how to braai the perfect steak or spot a forward-pass when the ref misses it?

Everyone needs a father figure, even if there isn’t a biological Dad in the house. Our home is blessed to have a mommy and a daddy present, and still, it’s a challenge to be the role models these little people need.

Life gets busy. Tasks take the place of time. Housework steals moments for reading books together or watching a bird in the garden. But we do our best because we recognise that it’s an utter privilege to have these small ones in our care.

I’m not sure our boys are old enough yet to realise what a treasure they have in their Daddy. They give him grey hair rather than gratitude, but that’s a vice the young sometimes only acknowledge when they’re no longer young. When they’re suddenly less young, and they need to become responsible for someone else’s well-being, they might see it.

The grey hairs were tokens earned, a priceless collection of all the moments of love.

I hope that our boys see that value invested in their lives as soon as they are able because it might just change the way they see the world.

To all the Dads and Dad-fill-ins out there, I hope you collect many grey hairs and that the young see their worth. Keep sowing love. You’re storing up treasure that won’t rust or fade.

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Oribi Mom: Keep the Lights On and Call Somebody

“Friends lightheartedly commented in May last year that they hoped to meet my little one before he was walking – too late, he took his first steps last week.”

Our woolly-necked storks are residents or intra-African migrants.

April 8, 2021

The first of those lockdown babies has turned ONE! Did you remember?

A year after our lives were turned upside down by an invisible threat, we are still in isolation and it doesn’t feel normal yet. There are likely people in your circles who have changed jobs, lost livelihoods, recovered from surgeries, and upgraded their smartphones. In a whole year, there are also mothers who fell pregnant, watched their bellies expand, and now have an infant – without seeing anyone.

Can you imagine not one of your mommy friends admiring your bump over tea or meeting your child? That is now normal.

It’s Been a Year of Wondering When Things Will Be Normal Again

I haven’t been to a shop in over a year. Or in-person church.

Friends lightheartedly commented in May last year that they hoped to meet my little one before he was walking – too late, he took his first steps last week. My cute two-year-old is now a tall, rambunctious three-going-on-thirteen, rolling eyes and all. He’s outgrown several clothes sizes in a year and forgotten the names of some friends he played with every week before – a year is third of his whole lifespan!

My pregnant belly is now an 11-month toddler who wants to feed himself. He gets excited about the loud sounds of tractors and vacuum cleaners. He’s never met his extended family, including great-grandparents.

So Much Has Changed and Yet So Much Is Still the Same

Will we be looking back the same way another year from now? I don’t know.

Our garden has undergone another season of growth, as has our marriage. Even the swallows are getting ready to leave again after their six-monthly residence on the farm.

I know that you should check on your friends, even if it’s over WhatsApp. Everyone is not okay. South Africans are tough, but these have been dark days where social lifelines haven’t been forthcoming. We need friends and family, but we have also needed to obey the laws and minimise the spread of a virus.

We recently went through five days without electricity on the farm after a terrible lightning storm, but it was like a welcome reset in many ways. My fridge has never looked so clean as it emptied rapidly and couldn’t be refilled.

There’s some light for 2021, but we might have to enjoy a few candlelit dinners to see it. We don’t need complicated technology or filled calendars to be happy.

We do need connection, though. Relationships are the electricity of a fulfilled life.

What changes have you been through in a year of lockdown? Are there connections you need to restore? Don’t lose hope, you’ve already come through an entire year of life-altering abnormality. Keep the lights on and call somebody.

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Howzit and welcome to Linds.co.za., friend! This is the official online home of the adventure-loving Linds from South Africa. Whatever you'd like to know about us, you'll find right here.

Welcome! Learn More About Us Here

As you browse our posts, you’ll find a lot of living here. There are pervasive themes: an adventurous spirit, tenacity, and a living hope.

Lind: A Brief History

The widespread Lind family has a rich history in South Africa now. There’s no doubt about a bit of wanderlust in the blood.

Our Lind ancestors mostly hail from Norwegian-Swedish-Scottish-English descent (Yes, we know how complicated it sounds).  Isn’t complexity beautiful?

Fascinating bloodlines have come together over centuries. Just think of the eyes in our family. These windows to the soul range from icy Nordic blues to rich chocolate pools that draw you in despite yourself. We’re all so different, and we’re all bonafide Linds!

They’re certainly an interesting bunch these Linds. Want enough unbelievable stories to fill a couple of books? Let’s just start with a website!

Virtue always flourishes

See our sweet, dainty, petite female dog here? She was called Butch! That’s Lind humour that. She’s in doggy heaven now, but she shared in many of our adventures over the years.

If you’d like to start exploring and learn more about us, here are a few things you’ll find on our site:

The “Travelinds” Blog

Join us on this exciting journey as Travelinds discovers beautiful new places and faces around the world. Visit our travel blog.

The “Oribi Mom” Column

With so much on offer in our new hometown, the adventures started rolling in as quickly as the babies here. Three sons, a menagerie, a little farm, and parenting gave rise to the “Oribi Mom” column in the local paper. It’s published right here and on the newspaper’s website.

We hope you enjoy the journey with us!

Picture of three boys looking at the forest
Our three small boys looking at a creature scuttling off into the forest in Oribi Gorge, South Africa