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.