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Dew Dream

Dew 1

 

Dew Dream

If you look quickly

Right down on the ground

You might catch a glimpse

Where fairies abound

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Dew 2

See that slight flicker

Corner of your eye

A glint of red-gold

Just before they fly

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Dew 3

Oh no you’re too late

They’re gone in a flash

And all that is left

Is you and the grass!

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Dew 4

It was lovely to see these sparkling diamonds all over my lawn after some good rains.

In real life there were all sorts of colours; orange, blue and purple. However, when this was processed through my camera, they mostly turned to white sparkles.

So, it is impossible to capture fairies – even in a photo!

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post script: For those of you who cannot make the last verse rhyme, I have a northern English accent with the short ‘a’ for grass, not graaaass. 

 

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Discarded

Golden Honeysuckle 1

 

Discarded

Petals fall with icy rain

Discarded like old news

Maybe now it’s winter

There’s nothing left to lose

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Dancing wildly in the wind

You shed your golden crown

Then with great aplomb you go

And grow another gown

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Golden Honeysuckle 2

This golden honeysuckle was one of three plants I bought recently to brighten up a new wall. It seems to be a different variety to my usual honeysuckle though, as it is growing straight up rather than bushing out.

Golden Honeysuckle 3

The first thing it did once I’d planted it was shed its lovely bright flowers.

It was fine though, as it instantly began producing more.

 

Storm Front

Red Skies 1

Haiku 58

A beautiful sight

Clouds amass in red sunset

Presage to a Storm

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Did you know that Cape Town is referred to as The Cape of Good Hope?

Did you know it is also referred to as The Cape of Storms?

Red Skies 2

We get some tremendous gales down here at the tip of the African continent. We are the first outcrop of land to take the brunt of those Antarctic storm fronts that come rushing in from the south west.

We are used to it.

When we talk about it being a bit windy, you can be sure the trees are bending furiously in the gales and your breath is whipped from your body when you walk abroad.

Red Skies 3

This year we are particularly grateful for each and every one of these storm fronts that actually does hit our coastline.

Last year, time after time, they passed by south of us, taking their tantalising rain clouds with them.

Last year was the third year in a row that we received a lower than average rainfall and the drought hit us hard.

So far, this year promises to be better. Already we have had more rain than the same time last year. The total dam levels in Cape Town are at 26%. This time last year they were at 19%.

And Capetonians are continuing to save water like crazy. We are still limited to a maximum of 50 litres per person per day.

This is what has saved us; so far.

We can only hope that our rainy months of June and July fulfill our expectations and the dams replenish enough to last us through to this time next year.

Bring on the storms!

 

post script: You can read about how different our winters were back in 2014, in two of my early posts: Give a Dog a Bone and Cape of Storms.

 

Seasonal Allergies

Rose

 

A Hay Fever Sufferer’s Lament

Seasonal allergies?

All very well my dear

But what if your flowers

Bloom all *flipping year?

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You would never think that our Winter Solstice is fast approaching on 21 June.

Right now in my garden:

Rose bushes are still producing new buds

Honeysuckles are gloriously adorned with flowers

Poinsettia is flaunting a brand new red crown

Camellia is poised to explode into one big pink extravaganza

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It is no wonder that I have allergies all year round!

 

*flipping: I refer to the English meaning “for emphasis or to express mild annoyance” and not the American meaning “purchasing a revenue-generating asset and quickly reselling (or flipping) it for profit”!

I had no idea of the American meaning until I googled the word to double check it wasn’t swearing!

 

Pink Dawn

Pink Sky

Haiku 57

Pink sky this morning

Put there for my delight, or

Sailors take warning!

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I know it isn’t much of a pink sky, but I don’t often see coloured sunrises, more usually sunsets.

You need clouds for a start; which we see a little more of now we’re almost in the rainy season.

And you have to be very quick!

I opened the back door early one morning to call in Little Monkey (she still insists on sleeping outside in her cosy nook) and noticed the gorgeous sky at once.

By the time I had dashed for my camera and taken a few shots, the pink was already fading fast. In another minute it had gone completely.

Some mornings, while it’s still dark, I hear the Cape Eagle Owl. Magic.

 

post script: The poem I learnt as a kid is as follows:

Red sky at night, shepherd’s delight;

Red sky in the morning, sailors take warning.

There are other variations on the old weather forecasting poem.

 

Wall Flower

Flower Child 1

 

Haiku 56

Here’s your new best friend

Snuggle in the warm sunshine

Little Flower Child

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Here is my very own little Flower Child; a furry hippy who loves to snuggle up with my flowers.

Flower Child 2

Little Monkey is often to be found lolling around, near – and on – my blue plumbago. When I take her for a walk I find lots of little blue flowers stuck to her coat. She looks very jolly.

Flower Child 3

We have recently had a new section of wall erected. To make it less boring I have planted three small honeysuckle plants. My others have done so well that I have high hopes for these too. The Sunbirds love them and I love the Sunbirds.

Flower Child 4

Little Monkey also loves them and couldn’t wait to get up close and personal with the new plants. It looks like they are her new best friends!