The blue vault that gracefully and wide reaches out to gather infinity from its farthest corners and, on every memorable spring day, comes to span its sky-blue canopy over the Wamakersvallei, is a loveliness that always satisfies. The eye especially, and the heart.

With the last remnants of winter being eaten up by midges and mosquitoes, spring is laying out, with astonishing instinct, a feast-table whose daily menu groans under colours and scents that drive the senses to frenzy.

Overhanging wisterias, marinated in some special recipe, drape themselves across great stretches of the menu in competition with May-flowers and petreas which, in lush masses, lift up their souls or pour them out in blazes of white and purple.

The appetite-whetters for this season of embrace and intimacy and abundance are the tangy jasmines, served up in great bundles that, without restraint or self-control, unbosom themselves wherever they have been planted. A fragrance that in all eternity could never have come into being through any form of evolution, but is rather the winning recipe of the master of scents, who let this tangle of mixed feeling end in a sweet decision of soft, delicate loveliness that either warns you or pursues you.

Because new life sown in love is the answer to faith's prayer, we may never cease hoping. For God's workings are always close at hand to this triumvirate.

Groete Amanda Kreitzer