A late start to the day made me decide against a run this morning and I walked the trail instead. The path is incredibly dry. Even the vegetation along the edges has been rubbed , chaffed and trampled underfoot, mixing with the powdery red dust.
Only the toughest of grassland flowers would attempt to flower at this time of the year. You can imagine my delight and surprise to find this little golden veld Gazania bravely and brazenly showing it’s face, despite the tough conditions.
The fact that two or three of it’s petals are missing does not detract from it’s beauty, but seems to add to it instead, making it’s bold yet fragile appearance in the barren dry landscape even more meaningful.