This blog is all about the wildflowers that I come across when I’m out running on the farm, and in almost a year of blogging I have never felt the need to deviate from that. Even as the profusion of flowering dies back there is so much to describe on a run, the air, the light, the dogs, the water, the weather, and always a flower or two to talk about. Indeed I have a new blog almost written and ready to publish.
Yet I am going deviate. Because on Saturday I saw the most extraordinary sight, too ephemeral and too gorgeous not to share. We were at a party in the Kylemore valley, about 30 KM from here, along the Helshoogte Pass. It was a perfect day, pure blue sky, not a cloud and for once not too hot. We were enjoying cold wine and delicious braai in a friend’s garden. Liz, another friend who lives in this lovely Kylemore valley, came over to me and said “there’s something I want to show you.” We went around to the back of the house and she pointed up into the mountain. There, carved out in a meadow full of shining grasses, is an angel, the Bartinney Angel.
Bartinney wines have an angel on the label, based on a sculpture by Dylan Lewis. Now they have carved their angel into a meadow of the lovely shining grasses. Breathtaking.