Spring Day here in the Southern Hemisphere is traditionally celebrated on the 1st of September, as the North heads towards Winter and we head in the opposite direction towards Summer, right over the Christmas period.
This morning, like clockwork, and even though yesterday and the days leading up to it were bright and sunny, this "official" spring morning greeted with us with thick black clouds and rain.
This is an annual occurrence and is one a person could even be tempted to swear an oath upon: but us Capetonians know better than to swear on the weather.
Every year our work places and schools encourage us to go to our institutions dressed with flowers in our hair and brightly printed shirts and dresses to bring in the new warm season, and we are ALWAYS caught out and found horribly underdressed. The Mother City is not without a sense of humour, it seems. It is especially amusing if you know any Capetonians or are one yourself, as you'll know that Cape Town has the MOST unpredictable weather on EARTH. Most of us just carry around four layers of clothes all the time because we never know what to expect. Here are some images I captured of me with a spot of makeup on (which is actually quite rare).
Our office space is gorgeously painted and decorated in such a way that even though our windows really just face other windows on the other side of the courtyard, 14 floors up, we are still surrounded by beauty and bright happy colours.
As a bonus, we were also given a lovely red carnation by one of our patients today, that helped to brighten our otherwise grey day.
As mentioned at the beginning of my post, this morning did not, come without a beautiful spring gift from the deities above, and my rose plant has begun to blossom, and allowed me to catch these images in the sliver of morning sunlight that the clouds had let in.
The blossoming of my rosebush is somewhat of an anomaly as I basically run a hospice for plants and new plants coming in can watch the carcasses of old plants being tossed into the compost as they find their new purchase in our home. For this reason, I am especially proud of my beautiful cerise pink bud, and hope that this is a sign of more to come in the next while, as we defrost our bones and get ready to photograph the exquisite West Coast flower bloom this year: which is really a sight to behold - where our West Coast, which is known for being relatively barren and dry (save for the great beaches) in comparison to the extremely green East Coast, which is commonly known as the Garden Route.
The flowers on the West Coast only bloom for a few weeks though, so you have o get your timing right if you hope to catch its massively glorious, natural exhibition. Hopefully, I will be back with some glorious imagery in the next few weeks.
Happy Spring Day to all!
All images were taken by me on my Honor mobile device.