On our way to Leliefontein. The Road To Leliefontein shall forever stand as a moral caution: NEVER give up on that which is desired...the way may be rough, etc....
We slogged it out: up and down and round and sideways and almost over and up and through...and gave up. Leliefonteinwas always around the next bend. Two men in a donkeycart told us so.
Afterwards, we met people who asked, Did you go to Lelifontein? It's wonderful!
The crown of Kamieskroon.
Thanks to Colla Swart, we looked at some rock islands in the fields, at a time when many flowers were still too cold to be awake. I love moss. This stone has not rolled for a while. Sorry.Above: Antus holus
I saw these in a farflung spread in packed dry clay beside the dirt road on the way to Skilpad - I would say Moraea fugax but the interior markings are more diffuse. I suppose a variation?
The smallest flower in the world?
Ah, South Africa summed up rather neatly. Acacia.
We rounded a corner in the Namaqualand Park and I spotted, in a field of daisies, this cream pelargonium, one of many - my favourite of all. Pelargonium triste ("sad" - probably because it is insignificant, especially compared with one like P. incrassatum, behind - whose flowers I want to, yes, lick). It is night-scented, another feature that drew me to it originally, apart from the name, and I studied it as a child when we first moved to the Cape. I was a plant geek and wanted to know everything about pelargoniums...alas I've forgotten most of it.