I wonder how many Khoisan sat in a cave on the Knysna Heads over 300 years ago and wondered how and why, beyond superstition, water fell from the sky? The drought is dead, March remembering that it’s the second wettest month of our year. The trees have drunk their share and are allowing streams to safely pass through on their journey to the dams. Eventually, they’ll find joyous captivity between our lips before we pee them free in a bush so that the cycle of transformation can repeat and repeat … Read the full article…