I took a long walk in the field above my house yesterday with the camera, but was so busy looking at things I didn't get many shots in. The entire field is filled with purple flowers, pink clover flowers, yellow flowers, tiny white flowers, and all the gaps filled in with green. The track is nearly grown over with exuberant abundance, and everywhere there are birds.
Down toward civilization the fig trees have sprouted leaves and figs. The plum, almond and apricot trees are blossoming with green poking through. My white mulberry is laden with fruit, and the Cape White-eyes are munching it already as it ripens. The arums are more flower than leaf. All proof that it's Spring!
And yet this morning it's winter again. Huge rain downpour just after the kid hit school had me standing out on my verandah with my coffee, soaking up the smell of rain, the moisture flung in barely-there mist from the falling drops. We're in for more this weekend, another cold front - winter again.
Summer will get here eventually - it's the contrast that makes it worth the wait, that makes one appreciate each season as it arrives.
But this morning it was soul-drenching just to stand quietly and watch the rain pour off trees bursting with flower.
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