Sunshine emerged triumphant today, after being smothered by grey and blustery clouds for the school spring fair yesterday. A Sunday Roast followed by this wonderful fruit and almond tart, that I read about on Herschelian's blog, left us groaning under the weight of good food, so after a slothful half hour on the stoep we set out for a walk around our farm.
Walk isn't really the word for our family's progress in spring. It's more of an erratic leap from flower to flower, exclaiming, summoning others to witness its splendour, then competition among photographers to get the best angle and light, with children and dogs vying to get in the shot.
White daisies and fiery gazanias compete to invade what we used to call a lawn.
The daisies furling petals as the sun gets lower, but these wild gladioli shine on.
These tiny flowers must have escaped from Teletubbyland!
The deepest pink pypies we have ever seen are flowering this year. All the rain has got the flowers in a frenzy of blooming.
Delicate wild lobelia.
In our circle a tiny almond tree that grew from one of our own almonds, left there after the autumn, harvest festival over a year ago, having survived summer against all odds, puts out new leaf to welcome the spring and is joined by a single, self-sown daisy.All this perambulation leads us back to my sister-in-law's house for tea. Luckily lunch has been shaken down just enough for us to sample her newly baked swiss roll, filled with home-made apricot jam. And we wonder why we never feel like any supper on Sundays!
The children still manage to be hungry for supper, so I go home and cook them plain rice and baked beans, our son's favourite meal.
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