A day this week began with the moon rising through the clouds:

Sadly, the cloud cover brought no rain. It must be the inevitable dust particles in the air that contributed to this sunrise in the morning:

Both of these views are from my bedroom window. As the day moved on, so did the moon complete its arc and was nearing the horizon by the afternoon:

Not long afterwards, the western sky was lit up as the sun sank below the horizon. This spelled the end of our walk as it was time to turn for home:


The warmth of orange helps to keep the chill at bay and so I present to you some orange-themed photographs. The first is a bright morning sky as seen from my bedroom window:

Next come three flowers. The first is one of many more aloes likely to be shown here as the flowering season gets underway:

Deep orange Cape honeysuckle flowers are out already, brightening up gardens, hedges and the open veld:

The golden shower creepers are also showing buds and will soon provide cascades of orange too:

The colouring of the eyes of the Red-billed Oxpecker fits into this theme – just:

Lastly, here is a little boy’s dream:


Wilfrid Scawen Blunt began a verse like this:

Red, red gold, a kingdom’s ransom, child,
To weave thy yellow hair she bade them spin.
At early dawn the gossamer spiders toiled,
And wove the sunrise in.

As red plays an important part in the decorations of this festive season, I thought we could start with a ‘red, red gold’ sunrise as seen from our bedroom window – beautiful enough to make one wish to rise straight away and see what the day holds in store:

The drabness of the South African winter is brightened by the arrival of the aloe blossoms in various shades of pinks, through to orange and hues of red – they are certainly worth a ‘kingdom’s ransom’ at the time for their beauty and cheerfulness:

Proteas too lift one’s spirits:

Once the scarlet blooms of the Erythrina trees are over and the trees shrug on their green foliage, which later turns yellow and then brown before dropping, we are treated to the bright red of their seeds revealed when the black pods split open:

On a practical note, warning signs are red. Occasionally one has to ‘make do’ as here when the planks brought home were too long to fit into the boot of the car:

Lastly, on a more aesthetic note, see how red brightens up this stained glass window:


Each day brings it challenges – here we have been forty-eight hours sans water in our taps – and with each sunrise comes the blessing for things we do have and the hope that other things will improve.


The drought is not broken, a few millimeters of light drizzle cannot do that, but the air smells sweet and delightfully herby, the frog chorus entertained us during the night for the first time in months, and this morning we have been greeted by a magnificent sunrise!