python vine and termite mound
Sunday afternoon. The heavy heat is broken at last by the pounding strength of an electrical storm. The air is cool and fresh and water lies in pools on the ground reflecting a grey sky. The air is now pungent with smells - ozone rich, with a hint of damp soil and kraal manure. Green leaves pump out oxygen and the giraffe resume browsing on the hebaclada bushes. During the storm they stood straight up. I wondered if they were ever struck by lightening. Ostriches, I know, tend to sit down and lay their long necks on the ground during a lightening storm.
The storm has moved on accross lake Zibidianja towards the spillway. Distant crumping sounds trail in its wake. The rain was gentle this time when it came. It was calming, cooling, soporific. It made me want to lie down and snooze. So instead I am making tea, eating a shortbread biscuit (from the stash reserved for visitors) and thinking about the storm. This too shall pass - the squashing heat, the turgid air, the lazy bones - and it has.
this acacia tree has been visited over the years by elephants
particularly the young elephants that like to eat the bark
it reminds me of those lovely drawings by Arthur Rackham entwining tree spirits and fantastic creatures
an imagination running free