Warm day in winter

Sweltering in a little pre-frontal heat here in Kommetjie. It's very difficult to decide on what to wear in winter as the sun shines brightly and the wind cuts through you like ice. If you sit in the shade, it is Arctic, but move two paces to the left where the sun is and you shed layers like a snake in spring.
Speaking of which, there hasn't been much sign of the resident cobra at my parent's house in Clovelly, and it is possible that someone had it removed or it moved on of its own accord. However, the record speaks for itself and there will definitely be a replacement soon, as we have always had a cobra in the rocks. With no fence between the house and the wild mountainside, all and sundry in the way of indigenous fauna come into the garden to feast on the large variety of plants that are always on hand. The porcupine ate R500 worth of seedlings only the other day, and these will not be replaced, as it only serves to encourage them. Perhaps aloes and cacti are the answer. It is certainly a fallacy that they prefer bulbs. Anything goes as long as it is within reach!
Mom's little vegetable and herb patch has had to be established in raised boxes, which have proven extremely successful, not only for the plants, but for Mom's creaking bones! No more the active gardener, advancing years have meant that she confines her forays into plant cultivation to pots on the deck and in the house, as always with a large measure of success. I have not inherited her or my grandmother's green fingers, and simply hope for the best! You won't find cut flowers in my house as even those wilt overnight, but perhaps that is because I prefer blooms left on the bush and they feel unappreciated!
I have a hoya that is currently growing rampantly on the balcony and I have taken to spraying it regularly with foliar food, as I am told this will encourage flowering. Hold thumbs!