I LOVE flowers.
Whether they’re in the ground, a vase or print. I’m always happy to see and smell flowers.
The first time I took a trip to the West Coast National Park to see the flowers, I was a little skeptical. Mainly because I couldn’t quite conceptualize what that meant. I thought “we’re driving all the way there to see flowers in a field? I mean, I love flowers and all but…really?”
Each Spring, the flowers come out to play in a breathtaking dance with an amazing ocean backdrop. I don’t to jinx it but I do believe Spring is here (well, at least around the corner). Since, I no longer live in the South. I always send someone there on my behalf. Someone who has never been before and each spring I get rave reviews. Last year, a group of my friends did the over night hike Postberg. (Yes, black people hiking and camping *gasp*). It makes me happy to know that fun adventures ensued and of course incredible photos.
This year, I’m adding more people to this list and pounding those who have spent years on this list on the head. I tell them it’s one of those things that you can’t tell someone about. You need to show them. Just believe me.
Photos by Gugu Mayisela