April has slipped quietly offstage, leaving Johannesburg awash in colour. Perhaps it was the late summer rains, but this year the month seems to have left our gardens extra-heavy with blossom.
The neighbourhood trees, gilded with gold-leaf, are poised: waiting for the first breezes of Autumn to shower their rusty foliage over the city.
Reluctant to leave, overblown flowers and shrubs clutch at summer’s last golden straws.
Roses hang heavy, berries burden branches and lemons blaze and fall, leaving the grass luminous with butter-yellow baubles.
Mellow May has come in shyly – edging towards centre-stage – and the Highveld braces for the brittle-brown days of winter, waiting in the wings.