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Green Swansong


    ‘We are leaving these shores … we are leaving these shores.’
    This mantra, paraphrased from a conversation Lord Elrond had in Lord of the Rings, has
    been running through my head at odd times during the last two months, mostly during late
    nights when sleeplessness has haunted me.  It’s a long story that brought me to this point,
    but the short version is that circumstance, opportunity and prevailing economic conditions
    have forced my husband and I to make the painful decision to pack up and leave Botswana
    and exchange the dry and hot Kalahari sand for wet, boggy and cold Scotland.

    Scotland, land of myths and legends, of tartans, neeps and tatties, where the whiskey shops
    open before the ice cream parlours, where deep fried Mars Bars are more popular than haggis.
    I will be swopping Leadwood trees for Oak, Mopane scrub for Hazel thickets, Sour Plums and
    succulents for Hawthorns and wee Alpine plants. We will see Red Deer on the rugged mountain
    slopes instead of Impala and Black Faced sheep will chase us instead of elephants.

    I will be kayaking again on the great glens and lochs of Scotland instead of boating in the
    Okavango Delta. I will be cycling and hiking on the muddy trails of the West Highland
    Way and hunting for mushrooms in the pine
    forests instead of sweating on road trips
    through the sandy bumpy roads of Khwai.
    I will be living far from the sun, in a land
    where the sky is filled with rain, sleet, mist or
    snow, where we will be swopping heat stroke
    for frostbite. And I will be leaving my beloved
    garden and all its birds and beasts. But, as sad
    as it seems to be leaving Africa, it will be a
    new adventure and will require us to adapt,
    and it will give me the opportunity to fall in
    love with a whole new range of plants again.

    And so … my Green Swansong is at an end
    and all that is left to say is that it has been a
    pleasure and a privilege to write articles for
    the staff and the readers of the SC Garden
    Magazine … … may your plants love you …
    the rain soothe you ...  and the great bounty
    of Africa enfold and keep you safe. I’m off to
    find my RHS Gardening handbook to check
    if there is a chapter on how to garden under 6
    feet of snow!

                                                                     by Petra Strydom
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