We are very fortunate to have had more rain this August than we have in the last five years. It’s raining as I write. With the promise of rain every day for the next three. There is something about the rain, and the light after the rain. This is a series of photos snapped one morning during and after a glorious rainshower.
The first is an early morning shot from the bedroom window and the clouds heavy with rain.
Not much later, the pink tinge of sun over a glistening wet village.
The day began, and I headed to the office. Lots of lovely water running down the hill, heading for the rivers and dams.
The light: bright but dark and I noticed the first promise of spring on the ornamental vine. New leaves an miniscule bunches of never-to-be-grapes.
At last, the grass is beginning to recover and there are lush green shoots. Lots of weeds, but after the dust and drought, who cares?
Oh, and the sky started to clear, with patches of blue against which the gold of the syringa berries show off.
Not for long, though, as the heavens opened again and I retreated to the office to watch, from the corner of my eye, lovely water pouring off the roof on to the thirsty plants below.
On another note: I keep on promising that “normal programming” will resume. That should have been this week, and this post is the product of insomnia. One of the reasons for which is an unwell Gandalf.
He is a little like the proverbial sh*t on a blanket: all over The Cat’s Mother, including in the bed. Yes, with that cone of shame!
More of how this happened and other goings-on, relatively soon, I hope.
The Sandbag House
All photographs taken with my Samsung Galaxy J5 Pro and any edits via Instagram.
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