I live in a small village in Tswapong called Lecheng. It is a temporary situation as my husband is the headmaster at the junior secondary school and we live within the school compound. We’ve been here about five years. It holds a bit of a tender place in my heart, this village, because when I moved here is when I decided to give my writing a serious chance. We’ll move from here soon, but I’ll always think of this village fondly.
Another reason I love Lecheng is the beauty of the place. It sits in a ring of hills, part of the Tswapong Hills, that have provided many a lovely Sunday for me. Climbing up the hills and scrounging around on top I have uncovered all sorts of wonders. Yesterday was a case in point.
Up on the ridge far behind the school, I found this.
In the red sandstone you often find trees searching for any way to take hold and grow, creating very interesting shapes. I laughed when I saw this. This next weekend we’ll be off to
4 comments:
What an incredible thing. I am completely fascinated by it. It's as if something almost resembling a human could spring from it at any moment.
I particularly like the little bum at the bottom! :)
Quite interesting. i like this
I was thinking today that maybe these seed children are everywhere. How cool it could be that all of us when we are out in the forest/bush/savanna/desert and we happen upon them we post them on the internet. It would be good to know how widely they have travelled.
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