Summer is a wonderful time in the bush! It is sunshine, swimming, and the intoxicating scent of flowers and wild sage. It is a time when there is a liveliness and vibrance which you do not see at other times of the year. It is a time of new life and a time to celebrate being privileged enough to be able to recognise and enjoy this abundance.
“It’s a sure sign of summer if the chair gets up when you do.”
~ Walter Winchell
It is a time when tummies are full.
It is a time of caring parents.
“Summer is afternoon naps in the hot shade, christmas beetle serenades, drowsy day-dreams and distant thunder.”
It is a time of wonder and soulfulness.
It is a time of being overwhelmed.
It is pollen time.
“It’s summer and time for wandering…”
~ Kellie Elmore
It is also a time for gathering.
“Summer is when the early morning sun sprinkles gold dust on the animals, flowers and grass.”
It is time to reaffirm bonds and kinship.
“Summertime is always the best of what might be.”
~ Charles Bowden
It is a time for dust bathing.
It is a time for swimming.
It is a time for playing.
He ain’t heavy, he is your brother!!
Enough swimming, time for lunch.
A section of the Majale river late in the afternoon when it is quiet and peaceful.
Early the next morning at the same section of the Majale river with the large fallen branch, when a troop of baboons had taken over.
Every now and then the males seem to get irritiated with all the cavorting.
One of the troop males in full disciplining mode.
Time to get out of the firing line.
Baboons know only too well what lies under the surface of the water.
This is a time to ” high-tail it “so no croc has an opportunity to “lock on”.
You can see the urgency in the movement.
All most there!!
A group of young females with babies attached, make the crossing.
The relief is obvious.
The need for speed …….
Even the big guys take no chances.
Later that day it had warmed up and the sun periodically got a look through the cloud cover.
“Summer evenings, a time when the air is scent filled, there is whoop of a hyaena down in the valley, distant rumbles with streaks of lighting, the sky’s star spangled canopy spider webbed by the milky way, and “prrrp” of the Scops Owl nearby in the darkness.“
Explore, seek to understand, marvel at its inner-connectedness and let it be.
“Summer is early morning outside showers, the smell of coffee, late breakfasts, snoozy middays, sundowners watching the sunset, balmy nights, stories around the campfire and nightjars trilling.“