We gave Derek’s father a lift into the country where he met up with his sister. While we traveled I experienced the landscape as a poem:
As we traveled in the countryside I began to see the autumnal earth and her layers of her farmlands as many different fabrics, a layered patchwork skirt some ploughed to a velvety tan while others lay fallow in their drab beige state. The hills became her grass-green jersey with bright canola yellow splashes while dark green trees buttoned their way up the profile of one specific hill. The mountain sat with her flimsy grey chiffon scarf hanging about her neck and upon her head she wore a wide brim hat of variegated white nubby cirrus clouds and crisp clear blue sky. The Earth awaits her Winter.
It was a pleasant time and a welcome relief from all the stresses of work. I didn’t take any photos of this landscape which is why a poem formed in my mind, to remember her by. Eventually we stopped and walked around a small town and refreshed ourselves.
This is a view from the Drosdy in Swellendam, Western Cape.
And that is it for this week, take care and have a lovely weekend.