I was right when I said it was going to be a strange year.
We went for a walk this morning, as per usual, when my husband picked up a stick and decided to take it with him to protect his dog from other dogs or something. It is not clear why he picked it up and it was not strictly a stick, it was a strong plastic pipe, like a broom handle.
When we arrived back home, I asked him to use it to knock some of the wild plums off from the high branches of our tree, because I wanted to make some wild plum jam, when something wrapped in newspaper fell from the pipe. At closer inspection we discovered it was someone's stash. Someone hid the stash inside the pipe for collection by someone else later. Neither of us can remember where we found the "stick". It was done so subconsciously.
There must be a little dagga plantation in our neighborhood, because it was still fresh.
Some years ago I found a lot of little dagga plants growing by a storm-water pipe at Milnerton beach. I thought at the time that the storm-water system carried the seeds there. My husband argued that it was possibly a place where they gather to smoke the stuff. It was near the beach and we all know lots of "onheiligheid" goes on by the beach at night.
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