There are stories about lime green vineyards that rake the sheltered valley of Stellenbosch in October.
There are stories about the Cape Fold mountain range; where to the south Stellenbosch Mountain, to the east and southeast Jonkershoek, Drakenstein, and Simonsberg Mountains keep long-awaited skinny dips in streams secret.
There are stories about short sleeves and hikes that overlook the Cape Floral Kingdom’s Fynbos on slopes of the Papegaaiberg’s trails winding their way through forests, olive groves and the coastal Renosterveld in bloom.
At long last there are stories about exchanging coats for bikinis and fireplaces for swimming pools and spring’s kisses on your skin. Again young lovers come to walk down ‘The Avenue’, trying to savour new shoots of love, like a child would a ball of ice-cream in the Boland’s now warmer sun.
The new season’s stories are aplenty. Along the banks of the Eerste River the City of Oaks no longer daydreams of live music, champagne and beer on its lawns. Now its beautifully restored Cape Dutch architecture, with stinkwood doors and tall double volume sash windows welcome the annual return of picnics, adrenalin, adventure, birdwatching, canoes, cyclists and balmy blue skies.
It is spring again. The Cape Winelands is like a child that knows poems by heart and all who dare to venture in, become a punch drunk love.
Words and pictures © Daréll Lourens