The Nectar and Nuances

One of the best things about the African continent is the opportunity to drink in interesting details all around you, all of the time.  I’m not much of an insect person (mostly try to encourage them to stay outdoors), but pretty patterns on a moth’s wings caught my attention this week:IMG_4133other observations that held me captive:

A baby sleeping peacefully on top of tomatoes under a fruit stall umbrella

Mist that swiftly blankets the mountainside with a ghostly white veil

The distinct flavor of Southern African “red bush”  Rooibos tea

The expression “I am long in the tooth”  (relating to age and wisdom)

Afternoon soft, yellow light that falls below the cloud line, back-lighting the trees

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Local children staring right at me, not breaking eye contact, and without expression; just looking

And children at the library, touching my hair and saying “so soft, so soft”

On the side of the road in the pouring rain, vendors patiently waiting to sell mobile phone minutes under a thin, unhelpful yellow umbrella

(Also on the side of the road: livestock, men grilling corn, and children running with long sticks pressed inside of tires, racing and laughing as they rolled them down the road)

Iridescent purple hummingbirds drinking nectar from luminous and large, orange blossoms

And when I asked my husband one evening why he wasn’t reading the book he’d brought outdoors, he said, ” I feel like I’d be missing out, not staring at the horizon.”

Sala kahle (be well),

Starry

3 thoughts on “The Nectar and Nuances

  1. What imagery! I love the orange colors of the moth as well as the flower. The texture of the moths wings just amaze me. What perfect pictures. I can’t wait to see them in person. Miss you and love you. Emmie

  2. Tracy, girl, you do have a way with words. I could not believe how beautiful the moth was. Wow. I also love the visual of the children rolling tires. I saw that on the plantation a lot. It looked like such fun. Love yo Sharon

  3. Beautiful, just beautiful……it makes me feel like I’m there with the colors, the insects, the sinking
    light, everything. love, pat

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