I was too lazy to get cracking early today to hike in Silvermine so I decided to go and see what the celebrated Rondebosch Common is looking like at the moment – after all, spring is here.
Clearly my expectations of this common need to drop because it was a major disappointment. Firstly, it’s very muddy at the moment and I hadn’t donned my lovely wellies so within minutes my feet and the bottom of my trousers were soaked and muddy. Vida loves mud and she’s always keen to share it with me so I had mud all over the back of me as well.
I wouldn’t have minded so much if the flowers weren’t such a major let down. We saw bulbs and the promise of some flowers in the next month or so, so maybe I’ll have another look soon but the more I think about it, the more I believe that huge piece of land is not worth the fuss. They should just give it over to housing or something useful; the locals can simply get in their cars and go walking somewhere else locally – there’s enough to choose from within a short distance. They all have SUVs, perfect for dogs and muddy wellies.
Vangie came along, as well as Frank and his dog Inge. Vangie and I very soon got fedup with the mud in our wrong shoes so we steered everyone back in the direction of the car and went back to Frank’s place for coffee. The dogs played beautifully, we enjoyed a lekker coffee, some cheese and delicious bread from a bakery in Stellenbosch. Frank and I discussed our upcoming tour and we marvelled over Frank’s garden which is a darn sight more interesting than the Common.
And Frank’s garden is an absolute delight which is why I am treating you to several photos of it. They’re all from pretty much the same angle because the sun was too low in the other direction, and I can’t choose only one. Note this garden is not even a year old.
Completely indigenous, full of his beloved aloes, bursting with colour, attracting birds, beautifully laid out, it’s enough to make anyone envious. Considering that mine is a weed infested Vida-bone burial ground I am quite envious but also inspired to pull finger, with or without Richard the Bossy Gardener, and sort out my little patch of ground.