Tuesday, 8 November 2011

August 2011 - Its Spring...almost.

The garden waking up from a winter slumber
So as August was trudging along at a very cold and slow pace, we began to notice how despite the freezing temperatures, the garden was starting to slowly awake from its hibernation. Its never ceases to amaze me how nature works, and the wonders unfold in her own time and pace.

We had a very cold and long winter this year, and at some point I was beginning to think it would never end. Yet..
A weaver spying out the Apricot blossoms

When it happens, its like an explosion of colour and smells. The air was filled with the sweet scent of apricot blossoms, and everytime we walked across the stoep, and the breeze floated by, so did the smell of spring.

I would like to dedicate this blog entry to the season of Spring, because it truly is a wondrous time of the year. So to do that I am adding a poem that I wrote a couple of years back.
Our morning coffee spot on the stoep.

Spring is approaching
Like a quiet dream
Colours exploding into reality
Making the senses dither
The glow of the sun bringing joy
Across the infinite field of life

The rolling landscape bringing the message of life
Being filled by the coming harvest
That numbs our hunger for the things
We cannot achieve before the end of time. ;-)

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