Not quite. In fact, some well-read experts have suggested that special precautions be taken in view of the iffy forecast for today.
But yesterday was quite Spring-like.
The Boy Wonder had a photography assignment to do, so we went out looking for proteas. Is this one? It’s definitely a Leucospermum spp. I think, anyway. Rupert will doubtless let me know.
Cycling (yeah, I know) around the posher areas of Cape Town, we found several or more. Lots still to come at “that bush” on the corner of Glastonbury and Rhodes Drive, as well.
This one was just up the road from there. Planted outside a big house with a big wall. Probably out of place. Maybe not even a protea at all. But the colours and the intricate design caught our eyes and our lenses.
I’ll get some photos up on Flickr soon enough, but in the meantime, here’s one to brighten up a grey day.
After taking/seeing this image of my daughter amidst the flowers on the coastline at L’Agulhas, I have had The Beta Band’s Squares as an earworm.
And yes, you do know the song – you just don’t know that you know it.
As for the flowers. LOADS of them. Spectacular.
What with one thing or another (but mainly one thing), we haven’t been able to get down to Agulhas for too long. I remedied that today, by hitting first the R316 and then the R319.
Spring has sprung here and it’s good to be back.
We did lunch in our favourite pub, walked on our favourite beach, and collected bags and bags of our favourite plastic waste as our part of that Big Beach Cleanup thing that I can’t find a link to right now.
If the clouds stay away, I might even play with the camera after dark. Or alternatively I might play with some brandy.
Either way: it’s a winner.
There’s a hint of spring in the air. That’s good, because spring is nice and warm and a forerunner of summer (yes, that happens here too). It’s not so great because we still need quite a lot of winter rain to fill up our dams.
Here’s spring-like quota photo of a Eurasian Blue Tit (Cyanistes caeruleus) exiting a nesting box last spring in Sheffield:
I’ll admit that I couldn’t remember the scientific name for this little guy, so I had to look it up. On the page was this:
Yeah. Bit generic, that second one.
Interestingly, the Common chaffinch (Fringilla coelebs) continues to be a problematic invasive species but only in certain parts of the Southern Suburbs:
The chaffinch was introduced from Britain into several of its overseas territories in the 19th century. In South Africa a very small breeding colony in the suburbs of Constantia, Hout Bay and Camps Bay in Cape Town is the only remnant of such an introduction.
I was shocked when I saw one in Bergvliet last year. Seeing a chaffinch was shocking, but worse was the sudden realisation that I was in Bergvliet.
We decided that it was time to get the kids out and about again after a whole week (and a bit) of sickness. They’ve been hit hard and we’ve been forced to keep them at home and relatively calm and still. This hasn’t gone down well with the two of them, because inside, calm and still are not things that they enjoy. Thus, they went a bit demob happy around Kirstenbosch this afternoon. No harm was done, but they may have over-exerted themselves a little; a fact indicated by the manner in which my 8 year old boy had to be carried into bed this evening.
Kirstenbosch is great whenever, but it’s especially colourful at this time of year: something I know my parents will be jealous to be missing. So this post is for them, although you too can see some flower (and alpaca, obviously) photos in this album here.