I am pleased to report that my garden today is wet. Yes, really: it is wet, wet, wet and although the rain has made way for the sun, leaves are dripping – some are even weighing down the branches with the weight of rain. This is a sight for sore eyes – 28mm of rain!
Rain means mud and mud means that the Lesser-striped Swallows can proceed with their urgent task of constructing their mud nest under the eaves.
A Hadeda Ibis chick balances on the edge of the precarious nest in the back garden.
While a beautiful nest woven by an excited Southern Masked Weaver bobs up and down with no tenants – it was obviously not deemed to be good enough when the female inspected it!
My teeny weeny patch of flowers has got a new lease of life – just when I thought it was soon going to revert to being a bare patch of ground.
A very old hibiscus has come into bloom.
So has the indigenous Plumbago.
A matter of weeks ago I thought I would have to remove the Christ thorns lining the front path.
All over the garden the Crossberries are coming into bloom.
As is the very beautiful Cape Chestnut tree.