At Home

I spent the last 3 weeks at my birth place in Germany. Old memories awaken when I feel the soft grass, which was so familiar to me as a child, with my feet.

The house I used to call home has a beautiful garden and I enjoyed the German summer working and relaxing.

Today when I walked up to my friend the ancient tree in Newlands forest, I knew this is home now.

In  total contrast  to the lush summer green of Germany my forest was swept and washed from the winter storms of the cape. 

It is nearly looking naked because any loose leaves or dry twigs had been blown to the ground and swept away. 

New things to see, allowing a different view in anticipation of a new growing cycle.

Young fern is already feeling the winter air out.

Today it is icy cold, but as the sun throws a winter shadow of me, I can feel some warmth on my back, giving me a fore taste of spring with the days getting longer every day.

I am home again, anticipating and knowing that new growth wants to break into the open.