The mountain dahlia is in full bloom on the mountains of the Cape Peninsula and the same one that has been clinging to a cliff on Ou Kaapse Weg for countless years - at least 20 - looked splendid this morning, with at least 15 blooms on it. I don't think it sees much sun in that position, but it has flourished nevertheless. The wild grasses on the verge, back-lit by the winter sun, gleam purple-bronze, waved gently in the slipstream of the traffic. Proteas and sugarbushes are resplendent with green-white flowers tinged with a pink blush to attract the long-tailed sugarbirds to feed on their nectar.
As I crested the pass, the view stretching before me was, as always, astounding. Row after row of mountain peaks resembling a dragon's back faded into the distance, each layer a paler hue of the previous one. Only the crisp air of winter reveals the entire topography of the Western Cape in breathtaking detail; summer's haze makes it all but disappear.
By the time I had decided to take a photograph, it was too late and the top hairpin had already been negotiated. Ah well! I'll just have to drive over again!
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