Waking up in the Karoo in winter is always an experience involving all the Senses!
“We look again at the rise of the early sun. The ravenlocks are now all golden and radiant…”
First Thought…. is this going to be a freezing couple of days, or hopefully milder than expected?
First Sound…the Tractor revving itself up, an unmistakeably deep throaty sound of rebellion in the early morning.
First Sight…. the falling moon and the imminent sunrise. How is it that the Sun rises, and the Moon drops at equivalent moments? – how gracious is our Creation?
First Taste…that Filter Coffee!
First Sensation…the crispest Karoo morning, biting into one’s cheeks with a vengeance!
And so the day unfolds…. I never feel more alive than when waking on that first morning in the Karoo.
What is it about Windmills?
Have you ever met anyone that is not fascinated and soothed by a slowly turning gently clunking windmill?
I never tire of seeing the windmill that stands so
tall and proud outside theBloemhofKaroo homestead – so elegant, yet so vitally crucial on the farm.
The wind in the Karoo can be so tiresome but we always console ourselves with the fact that life-giving water is being collected at a rate of knots for our crops, animals and gardens!
WINDMILLS are an ingenious invention dating back to the 12th century, and we’re still using them all over the Karoo; our lifesource in the veld.
Until 1750, windmills were turned by hand to face the wind; thereafter the new fantail automatically kept the windmill in an optimal position.
I never realised how much expertise there is amongst the Karoo people to understand, repair and even salvage windmills – almost any farm worker can scramble up to the top in a jiffy, set the brake (yes, a windmill has a brake), and do all sorts of tweaking to enable gathering (but not overflowing!) of water.
‘LOVE IS THAT TO LIFE WHAT WIND IS TO A WINDMILL’
“The Windmill never strays in search of the Wind”.
Lifesource at BloemhofKaroo.