Gorgeous mature coral tree at Groote PostNot only did we eat a
wonderful leisurely lunch in a beautiful place for our wedding anniversary, we then indulged ourselves by going for a pottering drive along the quiet, dirt roads and stopping every kilometer or so, whenever I saw a flower I just had to photograph.
Wind, wispy clouds and wheat
It's been a long time since we've done that - with kids in the car we're generally trying to whisk ourselves to our destination before grumpiness sets in. We've also temporarily switched roles, it is usually my husband the photographer, screeching to a halt on the verge to catch the moment. This time I was in charge of the camera and it was me shrieking out to him to stop, whenever a new flower flooded my vision.
It is nearly the end of the flower season on the West Coast, the carpets of daisies already gone to seed, but there were plenty of bright patches of colour. So I've put you together a photographic flower road trip for you.
There were so many chinchirees everywhere that is was hardly a crime to pick five, one for each member of the family.
Wild watsonias make spots of hot colour in a dry field by the road, with Table Mountain mistily in the background.
Banks of pink daisies massed along the road side, and trust me Table Mountain is still there in the background!
More pink daisies washing towards the sea.
Pink vygies cluster into the dark rocks at Grotto Bay.
Pretty aren't they!
Wild orange gazanias set the hills on fire.
Wild flowers trying to emulate a municipal planting. Vygies and Chinchirees.
A river of purple winding along the valley.
Pink vygie bushes like confetti along the verge.
I had to put in an arum lily, even though this shot isn't the best as they were still gallantly flowering in all the damp places. I stopped to pick three to take home to remember our wedding day - these were the flowers I carried twelve years ago, freshly picked from a ditch that morning.
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