Esther Chilton’s writing challenge for this week is Treasure. You can join in here: https://estherchilton.co.uk/2025/05/21/writing-prompts-66/
One Man’s Treasure
When I was a girl of eight years old and my sister, Cath, was five years old, we moved into a new house in a suburb in Cape Town. The house was newly built, so it had no garden whatsoever. My father, a landscaper, took on the project of creating a garden and building a swimming pool in his spare time. To this end, he had a huge pile of sand delivered which was dumped unceremoniously in the front yard. I was thrilled with this sand pile and quickly learned that if I soaked the sand with the hosepipe, I could create castles, houses, tunnels and all sorts of other buildings from wet sand.
My parents befriended the family next door, and this led to my mother inviting them to our house one evening for a braai. A braai is a traditional outdoor meat cooking method in South Africa which makes use of an open wood or charcoal fire and seasoning. South African men all have their own ‘secret’ seasoning and take great pride in producing it at braais to stun all the guests with their culinary expertise. My dad was no exception, and he had a large glass jar of his special recipe, much treasured yellow braai meat seasoning. To me, castle constructor extraordinaire, that yellow powder was gun powder. And so, I borrowed the jar after my father had finished using the seasoning.
That evening, I led my sister and the two neighbouring children in a huge war construction project. Each child had their own castle with a walled moat, a drawbridge, towers, and a dungeon. Each castle also had gunpowder deposits. Large ones, with big staches of yellow gun powder.
My dad didn’t notice the missing jar until the following morning. The lidless and empty jar caught his eye when he was meticulously cleaning his braai. He was livid and demanded to know what I had done with the contents. I did manage to find most of the gun powder deposits in the sand pile. Sadly, however, the gun powder had mixed with the sand and was rendered quite inedible.
one man’s seasoning
is another’s gun powder
imagination
has the power to transform
simple into amazing
Botanical Art Exhibition
On Saturday, I took Michael and his friend to a Botanical Art Exhibition. The art works were watercolours of mainly local flora and were amazingly detailed. It was quite different from the style of watercolours I am learning at the monthly workshops I attend.

The following three photographs are of my favourite art works in the exhibition:





I love this story of your dad’s treasure. That word has such a different meaning to everyone. I love your imagination as a child; so creative. A super poem to go with it. I hope you enjoyed the exhibition. It looks really interesting.
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Hi Esther, I do like it when your prompts remind me of a childhood adventure. The art exhibition was great. I was amazed at how much watercolour paintings cost.
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Thank you for sharing this story Robbie.
The art exhibition looks amazing.
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It was. Nice to see you back, Maggie.
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Thank you Robbie.
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💞
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The skull and book made me think of Hamlet.
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Hi Andrew, it could be from Hamlet. I just saw it and thought it was interesting. Thank you.
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You’re welcome.
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That’s what I thought of, too.
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Haha! Poor dad too loose his prized seasoning to the sand castle war.
Love these art works.
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😃🛕
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👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
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Lol Robbie , so you’ve always been an imaginative creature even as a child… I love that story . You obviously have always been a leader and a story teller. The art is certainly lovely . What did the boys make of the expo? 💜💜☺️
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Michael’s friend is a girl 😉. They liked the technique but thought the subject matters like sorghum and cabbages, were odd.
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i think I might agree 💜💜👍
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🦋🩵
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😁😁
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All of those were great, Robbie!
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Thanks, Chris
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Oh, you rascal you! The botanical exhibit is cool. Thank you for making my day with this post.
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That’s quite a childhood memory you skillfully wrote about, Robbie! The imagination of kids… 🙂
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Hi Dave, I am very impulsive so could very well do the same thing now with a pack of kids 🤣
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Ha ha! 🤣 Material for another poem, another blog post…
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💝🥰
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🙂
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This story was a delight! Kids! How I envy that vivid ability to create with the mind’s eye! beautiful presentation as always.
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I’m glad you enjoyed this memory, Violet.
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Your poor dad.
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Just imagine if I’d been born a boy. I would have been unstoppable.
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Has he forgiven you yet?
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My dad doesn’t remember much these days, sadly 🌝
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What a fun story, Robbie! Children are creative until they are told they are not….
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Thank you, Dwight. I think they forgot to tell me 🌞
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I am glad about that! :>)
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Being a child is fun, especially when we use our imaginations.
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I agree. Life is still grand when we use our imaginations.
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O dear, so innocent, but so unwittingly naughty 🙂 An interesting story, and evocative too.
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Thank you, Paul. I never intended to be naughty but this was the story of my childhood
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Amazing thoughts on your house, Robbie. The paintings at the art exhibit are wonderful.
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It was a great outing, Tim. I’m pleased you enjoyed my memory.
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Fun story about the sand castles and gun powder seasoning Robbie!
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I’m glad you enjoyed this post, Brad. It’s a fun memory.
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Nice!
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A funny childhood memory. I hope your dad didn’t stay angry for long.
The museum trip sounds fun. I’m hoping to get to a museum soon.
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Hi Merril, my dad always got over such things. In many ways he encouraged my creativity by giving me building tips and similar assistance. He wasn’t cross for long.
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That’s lovely, Robbie. I can’t remember my dad ever being angry for long either.
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imagination is where all art is born and is set free by the fingers
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I love your childhood memories! I imagine your dad was not pleased when he found out his special seasoning was in the sand. Your imagination was ripe already back then. xo
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Hahaha! Love this story Robbie. Your dad sounds like a patient man, although he was livid. I hope he appreciated your imagination. I sure do.
The 3 botanical paintings are wonderful. There’s a bunch in my Making Her Mark series I haven’t posted, yet. So much art, so little time!
The mosaic is fabulous.The skull is interesting. There were 4-5 paintings by Rembrandt’s pupils at at a Rembrandt exhibit at the AGO. They looked like he had painted them, as they were 100% in his style: dark/black background, face lit through the dark, all men’s faces, chest or shoulders up and all were contemplating a skull.
It seemed I was in the graveyard with Hamlet, as he pondered Yorick’s skull.
There is a lot to be contemplated looking at a skull.
Thanks Robbie!
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Hi Resa, skulls are of great interest to artists and writers. I liked the botanical art but I enjoyed the vibey mosaic most. My dad encouraged my creativity a great deal. He showed me how to build with mud and create with clay. His mother, my Granny Joan, showed me a lot of other artistic things too. He could hardly judge when my imagination ran away with me – smile!
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LOL… well, your creativity is still running away with you.
I love it! ❦🌟
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Thank you, Resa.
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Looks like quite a diverse exhibit!
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Yes, it was mainly watercolour botanical art but their were other artworks on display (that I liked more – haha!)
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Ah, the truth comes out!
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Watercolour isn’t my favourite medium. It is one I try to master, but I don’t love it like I love acrylic and oils.
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🙂
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That’s a great memory, Robbie. What a fun time you must have had with that spice mix. The photos are beautiful.
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Hi Dan, I do recall this being great fun. I’m pleased you like the pictures.
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Your poem is perfect about the fiasco of your father’s seasoning. The art exhibit is very interesting, and I like your favorites.
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HI Jennie, my dad got over it quickly. He was always helpful with my construction projects and showed me how to make the buildings viable.
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That’s good to know, Robbie. I’m so glad.
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Botanical art is a very special skill. Those examples are lovely.
I’m sure all of us made use of things as children that were not intended or appreciated. The sand might have added an interesting flavor though. (K)
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Sadly, my dad didn’t consider the interesting flavour idea. He got over it quickly though. He actually always helped me by showing me how to build solid structures from the mud. He aided and abetted – haha!
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Haha! Oh, Robbie, you drew me in and had me laughing. What a wonderful memory. The botanical art exhibit sounds beautiful and calming. Thanks for this lovely post. Hugs.
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My pleasure, Teagan. I’m delighted you enjoyed this post
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What fun you had with the pile of sand. I can picture those castles and the firing of ‘gunpowder.’
I love your poem describing it. So evocative of childhood memories.
the botanical watercolours are amazing. I admire those who can produce such realistic pictures, but the mosaic is so powerful.
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Hi Viv, I also admire the detail of the watercolours but somehow, the detail seems to detract from their beauty in a way. It moves the focus of the eye from the overarching impression to the detail of each tiny line. Well, for me anyhow.
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Love your story, Robbie, and what an imagination! Great post in every way, art and poetry!
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Thank you, Lauren. Some things don’t change
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