Living just a 30 minute drive away from the village of Kaapsehoop is just one of the many perks of being able to call the Lowveld home, and yet we don’t take enough advantage of being able to spend time here. Those who have travelled to Kaapsehoop will attest to its magic. A simple walk through the forest will revive a tired soul. A trip to the escarpment will create a sense of awe. A snack in one of the cafes will remind one of community.
In winter, the town takes on an old world look and atmosphere. The leaves turn from green, to gold, to auburn, to red, and finally they turn brown before being shed from their branches. The grass dies but stays standing tall, swaying in cold afternoon breezes. The aloes start making their appearance come July and their red spikes stand in stark contrast to the brown landscape.
I love something in every season, and Kaapsehoop, to me, embodies the winter in every way, reminding me that there are little deaths all around us, but they are always followed by new life.Â
