Somewhere to play.

One swallow, a summer not yet made.

The swallows arrived yesterday, not many, a few - I would guess; last year took its toll on the swallows as well.

The prophets of doom has put another bad year up for this world, and so far, the world is doing its best to comply.

More young, yesterday and today (16th), baby antelope, springbuck - and soon the rest of summer will fall in line.

The wild ducks are strutting their young, wonders if there is food out there ?




Work in progress - I'll be back


Ten days later ...

Rain has fallen, enough to turn the world a green shade, not enough to fill the dams.
We are waiting - things are still slow on Mother Nature's side.
The frog chorus has come and gone, the finches are doing their nests, summer is doing its best with what there is.

We are still waiting.