It's October, the prettiest month in the Karoo. Things go from drab to fab, in a matter of days. The minute the night temperatures rise above freezing the trees shoot green leaves, the lawn turns green and the flowers begin to bloom.
I rummage around in Ouma's spence looking for an old, half- used tin of paint. Eventually I find what I'm looking for, and taking my cue from nature I decide to paint my back doors the brightest of bright Blue's. It looks fantastic and lifts my mood immediately.