There’s great excitement in many parts that spring is on its way. And I must admit to having that little frisson of excitement tickling me between my shoulderblades as I felt the earth move slightly on its axis and suddenly became aware of the very faint sound of the sap rising in the plants and blossoms burgeoning here and there. But how soon they forget. Yes, September 1st is on its way, and it may be official Spring Day, but there’s an alarming tendency for snow to fall in Johannesburg in September.
Garden World in Muldersdrift recently opened their Spring Festival (titled “The Art of Living” – fancy spending a half a bar on a seriously SLINKY garden? – that’s what the one that won would set you back, by the way). One week after they ‘officially welcomed spring’, Jozi had its coldest weekend evah, with serious amounts of rain and sleet and spots of snow in areas. Fortunately, we’d headed for the balmy climes of Durbs for the weekend, so missed that one! It may be warm enough some days to wear only one long sleeved top during the day, but it's by no means time to pack away the winter wardrobe for a while, methinks.
Therefore, until winter is officially over, I think I’ll spring back into bed and hibernate.