Winter in Joburg is usually as dry as a bone - your hair crackles and flies, you get nasty static electric shocks when you touch door handles and each other, and though the air may be icy, you can always find a sunny spot to curl up, thaw out, and doze in... but this week, it has rained and rained and rained, so my sketchercising outdoors came to a halt. I know I can't expect sympathy from you who live in much wetter climes, but rain and cold bring out the quivering wimp in me!
However, this morning the sun emerged and I put on my tackies and hotfooted it down to the dam. A few metres on from the stagnant pond is the edge of the main dam [which was built on the farm called Emmarentia (after the farmer's wife) at the end of the Boer War by returning landless farmers] where I sat to draw and paint the ducks, and then the broader view from the same bench.
After the rain, everything seemed washed clean and the damp drippy foliage was full of sparkles and subtle herby smells - beautiful and worth the few wet days - but the clouds are building up again, and I think I speak for most Joburgers when I say That's enough!