Summer Days - The Song

Upon returning to South Africa, I realised it was no longer appropriate to be singing and playing my previous song mourning the end of summer. Despite leaving summer (if rather a changeable one) behind in Europe, summer has begun in earnest here in South Africa....it was therefore time for a song in celebration of summer, so I started to put to music the words of a poem I wrote a couple of years back.  Hope you like it (headphones or good speakers recommended) ;)

Summer Days by tim57vs

Space to Place

Well, it's been a while since I posted anything on my blog and much has changed in my life in the last 6 months. I've moved to South Africa, I'm married to the most wonderful woman in the world and I am in the process of setting up my own garden design business called "Space to Place" here in South Africa! 

Here are a few pictures of my first "design and build" in SA; at least I designed the project, oversaw and contributed to the building and planting. The project is at the church conference centre in Stephanopark. It involved a new paved area, grass area, planting and water feature. The majority of the work was done by a lot of hard working friends during work parties. Click on the pictures to get a larger view.

 

The Passing of Summer

Its that time of year again. I wrote this song at the end of the first summer conference at Brunstad. Nearly everyone had gone home and I was down at the beach area tidying up. It was so strange without the sound of children's laughter and all the summer activity that was so customary. All that remained were the echoes and still-warm memories of these things. A solitary Swallow swooped down over the grass as if he too felt the loss and the inevitable end of summer....

What are we going to do
Now that Summer's nearly through?
The beach lies empty once more
The disowned bucket on the shore

Only the Swallow knows
As he swoops in low
What's gone on here below

The long forgotten shoe
That floats with the rise and fall
Of water on the sand
Doesn't understand
Where everybody's gone to

Only the Swallow knows
As he swoops in low
What's gone on here below

All the children back at school again
Staring out the window
Summer memories framed in autumn skies
Fading light of summer reflected in their eyes

Only the Swallow knows
As he swoops in low
What's gone on here below