The Solitude of Roses

The Easter weekend was wet and we could relax into enjoying house and garden. We had 12 mm of rain and the garden was clearly enjoying it.  It was the perfect weather for pickled fish and hot cross buns. An Easter tradition that is as Cape as the whitewashed thatched cottages that grace the landscape from the sea to the winelands.

With the downpour muted by thatch, we had tea in the drawing room with a full view of the rosarium that was brightening up the grey weather. Sipping the fragrant Earl Grey Rose tea it was as though the rosarium had been infused in the cup each time one brought it to one's nose.

The Rosarium in April 

We could enjoy the summer harvest from the garden on tapas platters with wine from the vineyards which are taking on serious Autumn hues.

The song "April Showers" by Al Jolson is about the celebration of Spring but in the southern hemisphere we are welcoming Autumn with the first April showers.

Walking in the garden, everything smelled fresh and with hardly anyone outdoors we could enjoy the solitude of the roses - bejeweled with raindrops that magnified the colours.

Towerwater had a magic Easter with mushrooms and bunnies on the lawn.