Maybe growing up on the oft brittle-dry high-veld causes this fascination, but I absolutely love the vegetation at this time of year here. There is an unstoppable photosynthesis about it all - a carbon sucking green-bomb all around.
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| This is the bottom of our driveway at the moment. Wonderful Chinese lion (from a guy who used to live here called Dragon Ho :-) guards a cascade down from the old grave-site; on the way up, a tunnel of light to heaven... or maybe more a case of the flow of Fung Shui - a final resting place looking out over the sea, with the mountain behind. |
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| The light coming through the canopy makes it amazing. I went through a patch of telling the kids cheap ghost stories which featured the grave-site as a prop... probably not my best bit of judgement, because they were a bit on edge for a while. |
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| An amidst the downpours a few hours of ferocious sun, small creatures going absolutely wild... everything chomping and shagging and getting on with being a species. Two of the Sheung Sze Wan cleaning team head past a green-bulging armco on the way down the hill. Amazing, admirable work ethic always. |
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| Fantastic, Jurassic-like visitors - the place is just heaving with life, but in small packages. |
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