It is time to brighten up this blog, which has reflected the muted colours of winter for too long. This is the time of the year when the buds of the Erythrina caffra trees create a sense of anticipation of the scarlet beauty in the offing.
Daily temperatures remain warm to hot and we still hope for a chance of rain. The seasons move on regardless of what we wish, hope or do: the sun rises significantly later and sets noticeably earlier; deciduous trees shake off their drying leaves with each breeze; the afternoon light seems a little softer … There are no dramatic changes to the season here in the form of beautiful colours and yet – a real tell-tale sign that summer has bid us farewell are the cluster of black seed pods that hang down from the Erythrina caffra. They burst open to reveal their hard scarlet seeds that glisten in the sunlight and gradually drop to the ground.
When you see these lying about, you know there is no turning the clock back!
There are no beautiful bulbs peeping through the ground and, so far, no pastel pinks of peach blossoms or the delicate white of flowers on the plum tree. The prolonged drought has meant that once again the arrival of spring has not been heralded by an array of pretty flowers appearing among the last of the winter grass. These will all have to wait until we finally receive a soaking spring rain. Not all is lost though, for at the end of winter and well into spring we are blessed with the scarlet blooms of the Erythrina caffra.
This is a relatively young tree growing just around the corner from where we live. If one walks to the top of Hill 60 and looks down on the town stretching out below, there are spots of red all over as these trees bloom profusely before putting out their new leaves. We have ancient, giant trees, in our garden that are far too large to fit into a photograph. The best I can do is use the opportunity to show you a closer view of these blossoms that brighten the post-winter landscape.
These flowers are low down on the tree and can easily be seen from our back gate.
I also have a delightful view of the tree in our neighbour’s garden and can observe the birds visiting it every day: Black-eyed blackcaps, Olive thrushes, Black-headed orioles, Common starlings, Red-winged starlings, Cape Weavers, Village weavers, Greater double-collared sunbirds, Amethyst sunbirds, Laughing doves, Red-eyed doves, Speckled pigeons, Fork-tailed drongos … and so many more.
This is the time of the year when the enormous Erythrina caffra trees in our back garden start to lose their leaves. The strong wind brings cascades of them raining down to the ground. It is a ragged time for them and yet, before long, they will be covered with beautiful scarlet blossoms that will attract ants, bees, beetles, and a wide variety of birds. Erythrinas are a long-lived species. The ones in our garden were probably planted soon after the end of the Second World War and now, apart from being tall, they each sport a wide girth.
I find the smooth, pastel-grey bark interesting to look at with its rough texture, longitudinal fissures and these short thorny knobs. The prickles have faded with age, although new branches still have them. Many of the trees in our garden are covered with lichen – I am told this is a sign of the clean air in a town that lacks the water to support any but the lightest of industries. Healthy for us and healthy for the trees.