Homesick

These pics were taken by Kurt at the Pilanesberg Game Reserve.

Wildebeest and Warthog

When you go to the bush, it is as much to see the bush and listen to the sounds it shares as to see the animals that inhabit it. I remember long, slow drives through the Kruger National Park with my family. I remember the excitement of a Lion Kill; the thrill of a Cheetah walking casually down the road ahead; the fear of facing a large elephant flapping his ears while my father quickly reversed the car and hit the hooter (horn) accidently! And so, so much more.... but I also remember many times, parking on the side of the road and opening the windows just a little - and listening - listening to the language of the bush.

I am usually pretty good at enjoying where I am for whatever it offers... and Allen, Texas has a lot to love. But, last week the temperatures dropped and it rained for days. Cold and Wet ... untill... today! Today was gorgeous. The daffodil bulbs that Kurt planted last year are bursting open. They proclaim "beauty is here" and whisper "be happy". They stand proudly, unmistakably bright and cheery, as I come and go on the driveway. Today they begin to line the poolside and peep in at me through the kitchen windows. Yellow is my favourite colour.

I have opened my blog a few times since my last post. But have found myself just closing it again. Perhaps that picture of Cape Town brings too many questions to my mind - and too many memories and emotions. Pictures of cousins and my sisters.... and South Africa ... flood the screen all day. It has been a long time since I have felt such a yearning for home. In fact, I had thought that I was home. Kurt and I have always said that home is where we are. But here is that ache again - the ache for Africa.