What is the essence of Fynbosvlei, this wonderful gift entrusted to us by our gracious Creator God?

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Is it the call of the fish eagle at dawn?

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Is it the aromatic perfume of the fynbos after rain?

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Is it the diamond mornings when dewdrops shimmer like a trillion tiny rainbows on every leaf and twig as they catch the light of the low morning sun,

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Or the ever-changing beauty and fascination of the fynbos throughout the seasons, and in the perfection and symmetry of even the tiniest of fynbos flowers?

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Is it the spider webs scattered across the fynbos like discarded lace handkerchiefs, or in the evocation of rainbows that reflect off them in the sunlight?

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Is it there in an achingly beautiful calm, wind-still morning when the lake, like a mirror, is a reflection of the trees, dunes, mountains and clouds?

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Is it in the susurration of the wind in the reeds at the waters edge?

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Is it there on a quiet, tranquil evening when the lake reflects the ever-changing colours of the sunset?

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It is where the full moon rises in the east when the moon river crowns each ripple with silver,

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Or in a calm, moonless night when even the starshine is mirrored in the dark, still, waters below?

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Is it in the wonder in people's eyes when they see the beauty for the first time,

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Or in the pleasure and enjoyment gifted to everyone by a piece of Paradise meant for sharing?

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No. It is not a single one of these. It is in all and every one, and more, and I thank the Lord every day for blessing us with the privilege of being able to love and care for this very, very special place.

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SGH | December 2013