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. ;-)