It’s been a long dry season in the southern tip of Africa we call home. Far too many dry days, not enough rain. Far too little of the precious water we need to sustain life. And yet, stepping into my garden today, there is evidence of life.
Months and months and months of depending solely on the little rain that has fallen but suddenly, in the dead of winter, feisty little buds are popping up their pretty heads. Their beauty astounds me and it dawns on me… this garden is hope!