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Everything is Fine!

Fynbos 1 – Leucadendron salignum

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The world in chaos

However, in my garden

Everything is fine!

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The end of a Cape winter is when my fynbos flourishes.

Fynbos 2 – Erica Quadrangularis

Mr Spaghetti Leg’s plant is covered in tiny white flowers.

Fynbos 3 – Erica Quadrangularis

The whole plant is still very small, as you can see by comparing it to the bricks surrounding its base. But it’s still here!

Fynbos 4 – Erica versicolour

Fynbos grows very well, as it is endemic to the Western Cape and quite unique. This Erica was only planted two years ago and just keeps growing. As does the massive cheese plant behind it!

Fynbos 5 – Erica versicolour

It has been producing flowers for months now.

So yes, everything’s fine – in my garden at least!

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I’ve written about fynbos a few times, so for more info, just click on the links highlighted in blue.

 

Transformation!

Dew Drops on Weed

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With a little help

Even the lowliest weed

Can become transformed!

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The photo above is of a weed in my lawn, covered in sparkling dew drops. This would be frost, in a colder climate.

The other day I woke up to a silent, white world.

No, it hadn’t snowed (it doesn’t get cold enough in CT, except on top of the mountains!)

It was Fog! – or a low-lying cloud – same thing.

Misty Trees

I walked round the garden taking photos of the trees blending into the cloud in the distance.

It was much quieter than usual, as the mist deadened the sound of birdsong and traffic.

By lunchtime the sun came out and that was the end of the eerie white world.

Still, it was a marvellous *Misty Moisty Morning, while it lasted!

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*My Mum used to say this nursery rhyme to my kids when they were little.

 

Let’s Hear It for the Little Guy!

Praying Mantis 1

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The predator hunts

Watching me while stalking prey

Tiny but deadly

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Praying Mantis 2

Shortly after I had filled my newly painted blue pots with plants and placed them on the stoep, I noticed this little guy checking them out.

It seems he was drawn to the bright blue colour that complemented his own bright green.

Praying Mantis 3

In the process of spraying my bronze pots, I went to check on them to see how they were drying –

And on one of the pots, I found this little guy – all bronze!

By the time I had got my camera he had left the pot and was creeping away in the leaf litter.

Praying Mantis 4

At first I was horrified, thinking I had inadvertently sprayed the poor thing with paint, while spraying my plant pots.

On closer inspection, I realised this was just his colour.

I had never seen a bronze praying mantis before!

Maybe the little bronze guy was trying to camouflage himself on the bronze pots, just as the bright green mantis was blending in on the bright blue pot.

Amazing how like attracts like.

 

Pristine

White Freesia

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Pristine white petals

And beautifully scented

Nature’s perfection

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A few months ago, I planted 30 brand new freesia bulbs in my brightly painted plant pots on my stoep. I also have about a dozen old bulbs that I replanted.

I waited with bated breath, as you can imagine, watching carefully as my new freesias popped up little shoots, and then larger leaves, until finally buds appeared.

The colour of the very first freesia?

White!

Totally in keeping with my colourless rainbow from last post, giving up the ghost.

Regardless, it is stunningly beautiful;

And the scent is divine!

 

Giving up the Ghost

Cloud Rainbow

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I guess it figures

The pandemic affects all.

Colourless rainbow!

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As this pandemic drags on and on and on, it stands to reason that eventually even rainbows would give up the ghost and lose their colour!

 

Yes, it is only an unusual cloud formation; still, just saying!

 

Golden Avalanche

Oak Leaves 1

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Carpeting in Gold

Shedding bounteous Nature

In gay abandon!

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Oak Leaves 2

I do love the golden oak leaves as they catch the winter sun; while they are still on the branches!

However, just as I was congratulating myself that my oak tree was finally running out of leaves to fling down to the ground for me to rake up every week –

Oak Leaves 3

The massive syringa tree decided to shed most of its heavy foliage all in one go after heavy storms.

I can fill a big wheelie bin in half an hour of raking.

Oh well, I guess the exercise is good for me!