People tend to follow footpaths across an open space: someone must have started walking along that route; others followed … until the path became clear even with tall grass on either side.
Footpath near our home.
Most roads probably began in much the same way. Now we have tarred roads and highways connecting towns and cities. In the country – and particularly in most of our National Parks – we still get dirt roads winding through the veld.
Mountain Zebra National Park.
Animals too follow paths that have been forged by others through the veld on the way to waterholes or sheltered spots, or even from one good grazing ground to another.
Narrow animal trail visible on the stony ground.
Not all trails are on flat ground nor do they all wind up or down a hill.
Animal trails following the contours of a steep hillside in the Mountain Zebra National Park.
Larger animals create much broader trails through the veld.
Broad rhino trail as seen in the Kruger National Park.
I came across this lovely poem about a dandelion this morning and think it is worth sharing:
With puff of breath
entwined with a wish
my energetic breath aims out.
Out toward dandelion.
And like sacred flying fairies
the little seeds take flight.
Ready to plant firmly
in break of day.
Thank you dandelion
for roaring with airs whisper
to move in grace
to go into Mothers soil
and bring a dream to sprout.
StarBG © 2017
Dandelions (Taraxacum officinale), familiar to many the world over, are hardy perennial that grow in most areas in South Africa. That they continue to survive in our long drought is proof of their hardiness! I like their bright yellow flowers that pop up all over the place when nothing else dares to bloom. Although I have not tried them, freshly picked leaves contain important vitamins and minerals.
A feast for your eyes:
A Cape Mountain Zebra standing among the thorny Vachellia trees. Its face bears scars from previous wounds, including what must have been a cut, the scar of which has caused a misalignment of the narrow facial stripes.
A mother with her foal.
These three items caught my eye in the garden.
The feather of a Laughing Dove that floated down to land among some decomposing leaves.
A piece of lichen-covered bark lying on the path next to a ripe Syringa berry.
The empty shell of a snail on the driveway next to the scarlet seed of the Erythrina caffra.