One of the things I’ve most been looking forward to
about going back to South Africa is going for a bike ride.
This post celebrates the changing season
of my childhood home and neighbourhood.
The neighbourhood is gorgeous at the moment.
There has been a ton of rain, leaving everything lush and green.
It contrasts so effectively with the yellowing leaves of autumn.
The seasonal changes are not as drastic as some places,
since the weather is relatively mild.
Nevertheless, it has its own beauty and charm.
My favourite flowers of the season
are the pink and purple cosmos carpeting the veldt.
Back home after my ride, I wonder around the garden,
taking in the changing season.
It’s the tail end of one season and the nose of the other so there’s a tangle
of flowers hanging on, ripened pods, fruit past picking, and yellowing leaves.
The pool is closed up, marking the end of the season.
I’ve developed a new appreciation for my home suburb. Especially compared to some of the places I’ve seen, I’ve realised how lucky I was to grow up surrounded by so many trees.
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
(T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets)
Have you ever looked at old, familiar sights with new eyes?