May 2020 - Always Summer
If it could only be like this always—always summer, always alone, the fruit always ripe.
Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited
I have this quote running trough my head every summer on the grasslands of South Africa. It’s from a book by one of my favourite authors, Evelyn Waugh and it is full of beauty but hints at an end.
Summer always feels like that for me. I start to miss it even before it is over.
Blink and summer has gone. Everyday, a new flower blooms and another dies. The fields are full of colour and birdsong for just a week or two while the black wildebeest dances.
Play the music from the movie - and think of your own summers gone by.
Wildebeest among summer wildflowers, South Africa
