living grace spring tea

two weekends ago, all of the staff/volunteers of living grace hosted a table at a spring tea, organized to be a fundraiser for our recovery program. we are hoping to buy outdoor furniture for our deck upstairs that overlooks the indian ocean (sounds like a rough life, aye?!). the response was outstanding! not only did we raise a ton of bucks, but we also put up a needs list at the end and people are just pouring out the blessings on us.

 next month we are hosting "ride for recovery", a motorcycle ride around the peninsula. peter is leading it, and we hope to have 100 bikes signed up!

 here are some photos of the spring tea. this is my table, packed to the brim with homemade brownies, sausage rolls, fruit kabobs, a strawberry tart i like to brag about, dates wrapped in bacon (salivating as i type that one!), and the traditional peanuts and chips for my colored father john roberts who joined our table :-P


the spread at table AWESOMENESS!

auntie joan giving out hugs.

the strawberry tart!


supportive friend, sipho :)

wild cape town lilies

south african wildflowers/feinbos


pre-singing jitters

peter and the gang

"there's a christian welcome here"

sweet laural and lucy showing their support!



a good time was had by all!!!

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