Haiku 270
I found a rainbow
In the most unlikely place
A hidden treasure
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The magnificent Dandelion, shining in full bloom.
She doesn’t know she is a weed!
Haiku 269
Not in the limelight
Never underestimate
Your background power
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While looking through my photos, I came across a few with lovely bokeh effects. This one in particular stood out.
And it made me think!
The object I was focusing on only shone because of the amazing blur, or bokeh, behind it.
Just like life!
If it weren’t for those of us in the background, no-one would be seen to shine!
So here’s in celebration of all of you out there, who, like me, are a Mr Spock and not a Captain Kirk!
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post script: So what is the photo? Surprisingly, this was in the background when I was taking a close up of a freesia. It is dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves of a honeysuckle behind the freesia. No I’m not going to show you the whole photo, because today is the turn for those in the shade to shine!
Haiku 268
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.
Mr Spaghetti Leg’s plant is covered in tiny white flowers.
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 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!
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.
Haiku 267
Nature delivers
Expectation exceeded
Glorious flowers
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I recently posted about waiting for my freesia buds to open, in Expectation.
Now they are all opening and I am overjoyed to be greeted by a plethora of colour and scent.
Haiku 263
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.
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.
Haiku 261
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!
Haiku 259
Carpeting in Gold
Shedding bounteous Nature
In gay abandon!
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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 –
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!