The smell of African earth fills the air. It is cool but warming up by the minute as the sun climbs higher and higher. The birds are so loud that I struggle to hear my own thoughts at times. Speckled Pigeons (doo doo doo doo)!
Bees are humming in the palm fronds far above my head. The tick-tick of the electric fence shorting somewhere along the wire reminds me that I am not out in nature but in a city – a beautiful green city. And then comes the classic dove call (ku-wah) reminding me too of the many bright frosty winters spent here with family. Hadedas fly across the neighbourhood disturbing the peace. Its as if they are fighting, cajouling, to get where ever they are going the fastest (haa-haa-haa-de-dah). A Grey Lourie flaps around in the tree awaiting his turn in the chorus. The sun has broken above the trees blurring my vision of the garden. I love it here. Its so right, so familiar. This is home.
(kway) There he goes.