Spring thoughts from South Africa

AFTER MANY MONTHS of drought and cold, dry weather on our pig and flower farm in the subtropics, we have just heard the call of the iGwalagwala (Zulu for purple-crested lourie) among the fruit trees. Now we wait—just a little anxiously—for the liquid sounds of the rainbird and the showers that are so desperately needed to keep the animals and the fields anhuriums properly watered.

In our part of South Africa, we have crisp, golden—not red—autumns, relatively mild winters, and summers of unbridled sunlight and prolific plant growth. But spring is the time I love most.

NEXT IN THIS ISSUE
Article
A change in the atmosphere
September 29, 2003
Contents

We'd love to hear from you!

Easily submit your testimonies, articles, and poems online.

Submit