June and July is when Winter really grips the hardest, and up here in the hills it really clings on with an ironclad fist.
But despite the chilly winds and frosty mornings there is still so much beauty. So instead of harping on about it, I’ll rather just show you. Because I’m a lady of few words of course. NOT!
The grass is white and crispy most mornings from the heavy frosts, and stays icy in the shadows well into the middle of the day. I wonder if I had to sprinkle some kind of fruity flavoured powder I could capitilize on my garden turning into a glorified ice lolly?
They’re really not joking when they warn you not to water your garden at night in frost-affected areas. Even the fence comes off second best…
Frost bitten cabbages are just about the only thing surviving in the veg garden right now. Well, that and the hungry hares that are eating them…
But once you get over the initial early morning nip, the aloes that are all flowering at the moment make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. OK that also could be the fourth cup of hot chocolate I’ve had before 10am…
They really just brighten up your day, and seeing as every second plant in the Eastern Cape is an aloe, you really don’t have to look very far.
Then you come across a sole surviving rose, clinging desperately to life despite the frost and the wind and the sub zero temperatures and the sheep/cows/horses/kudu/turkey/Axis deer that are trying to eat it.
It gives me hope.
In my gardening skills…
Even the Lion Tails are blooming in full force! Also known as Wild Dagga. For my foreign friends, that’s wild Cannabis/Marijuana/Weed/Pot/Mary Jane/Gunja/Hemp/Grass/Doobie. I have no idea if it’s as effective as it’s greener cousin, I’m really not the best person to ask. I only know just about every slang word for it, that’s all. I blame high school.
Views like these are worth putting on five layers and hiking to the top of the hill for.
That’s about as much snow as a farmer can cope with!
Oh, and the sunsets…
And the Nguni chicken’s feathers are at their best. All pretty and shiny and flecky and cuddly.
Bambi is growing up big and strong! AND the doe to the left might be pregnant, happy days!
Because we hand feed the deer in the Winter months, they practically want to jump into your pocket every morning for breakfast!
“Come to Mama! I just want to kiss and cuddle you!”
No Joey! I wasn’t talking to you!
Since when was that an invitation for free cuddles for fluffy horses?
But then who really can resist that tatty, woolly little orange bum?