As I type this, I look over a bed of decaying autumn leaves on the front lawn, and in the distance the brown-speckled hills of the KwaZulu-Natal countryside. There’s something just so intoxicating about winter out here. Blue skies, dry chilly air and the warm mid-day sunshine which lulls one into laziness. The crisp, bitingly cold air at night which chases us towards the fireplace.
It’s a strange season, I find. Continue reading A time for quiet reflection
