A Juicy Morning on the Way to Sandy Bay

It was foggy this morning in Sandy Bay. The place where I soak up the sun in summer was juicy and wet. The moisture of the night and the spray from the sea creating a mystical atmosphere. 

The earth woman is lying sleeping - exhausted and wet in frozen heat

 from the boiling cold sea, pounding her in a  never ending dance of making love.

The air is spinning a web of wet dreams.

A mother giving birth to juicy little children.

A happy crowd cheering the wetness of the morning.

The soft beautiful moisture is covering every leaf and make the crystal grains of sand smooth. 

Smooth, slippery, making a slimy path for the creatures of the night. 

There are tempting fruits of juicy love, ripe and ready.

Mother Earth's Gift

Today is Mother's Day. Mother Earth celebrates this day with a fantastic Autumn spectacle.
The morning was cold and I got going very late and decided to go up Baviaanskloof again.

Mother Earth greets me with an unbelievable abundance.

A budding beauty so delicate.

Dressed up for the occasion......

.....for a seduction of colour.

Mother dresses in a myriad of forms just as she pleases. Even flowers can be geometric.

 

Perfect lines and patterns.......

.........or perfect camouflaged.

Growing a round soft cushion or........

........ a perfect tree shape.

I can't stop wondering and looking down on Hout Bay from Mother's paradise.

I lost my sense of time. Going down a path which hadn't been walked a long time.

Sandy, slippery and overgrown, going slowly down. Somewhere I lost my reading glasses.

No more photos -  it is past midday and time to stop and go home any way.

Thank you Mother Earth for this precious gift on your special day.

Juicy Myburgh's Kloof

Saturday I walked up to the waterfall above the Phakalane Centre. It was cold and the ground was moist from the previous rains. Little white flowers waiting for to sun to warm the air.

The bed of the stream was dry but as I got higher up I could hear the soothing noise of dripping water. Somebody is stealing the water from the stream and leading it away through a metal pipe.

The waterfall is sheltered from the cold wind and it feels warmer. Water is falling down like in slow motion. A constant soft rain soaking everything.

The kloof is life giving moist and juicy crease in Mother Earth's body. The plants are drinking her sweet juice.

A lily found a nourishing spot in the arms of a tree.

Mothers juice gives new life where things were broken.