Beware the pretty yellow flowers on the roadside!

06 April 2013

After our delicious breakfast at the Shalom Farmers’ Market, we waved goodbye to Aunty Christa, and then returned onto the B2 highway to Windhoek. Along the way, I couldn’t help but notice the carpets of pretty yellow flowers all along the roadside.

“They are so beautiful!” I cried. “I wish I could lie down in their midst!”

Look at all these cheerful yellow flowers by the roadside!
Look at all these cheerful yellow flowers by the roadside!

Reggie gave me a horrified look, and exclaimed, “No, Flat Kathy, I don’t think you do!”

“Why not?” I asked, bewildered. “Do you think I will squash them?”

“No, that’s not the problem, Flat Kathy,” chuckled Richard who was driving. “We all know you are very light-weight.”

I insist on lying down right in the middle of this field of yellow
I insist on lying down right in the middle of this field of yellow

“Thank you,” I said, relieved. “I thought perhaps I had put on some weight with all this good food we’ve been eating.”

Everyone laughed.

“I’ll pull over for you, Flat Kathy,” offered Richard. “So you can lie down among the pretty yellow flowers.”

At the next big patch of yellow flowers, Richard pulled off to the side of the road, and placed me carefully in the midst of the flowers.

Reggie tiptoes and leapfrogs across the yellow flowers to rescue me
Reggie tiptoes and leapfrogs across the yellow flowers to rescue me

“OW!” I cried. “What are these?!”

Reggie tiptoed carefully through the field of flowers to rescue me. We stood next to the car, and Reggie showed me the soles of her sandals. They were covered in spiky thorns!

“Ouch!” I said. “Where do those come from?”

From this! Hundreds of sharp little thorns!!! OW OW OW!!!
From this! Hundreds of sharp little thorns!!! OW OW OW!!!

“The flowers are called Morgensterne in German, or morning stars in English… Their biological name is Tribulus terrestris. Namibians call them duwweltjies, or little devils, because they have thousands of sharp pointed spikes,” explained Reggie, holding up her foot, so that Richard could carefully remove all the thorns from the soles of her sandals. “They hurt like hell if you walk over them, and they embed themselves into your bare feet. We definitely don’t want to get them inside the car!”

“Duwweltjies…” I repeated, trying to remember the word.

“They always appear at the roadside after there has been good rain,” elaborated Richard, tackling Reggie’s other foot. “They look pretty, but you certainly wouldn’t want to walk across them barefoot!”

I agree! Beware those pretty yellow flowers, my friends!

Richard helps her to remove the thorns from her shoes - otherwise they may end up inside the car.
Richard helps her to remove the thorns from her shoes – otherwise they may end up inside the car.

3 thoughts on “Beware the pretty yellow flowers on the roadside!

  1. Dear F.K.

    No posts for ages from you and now I can’t keep up !

    Not to be critical, but perhaps Reggie might have mentioned to you about the thorns BEFORE she let you lie down on those flowers.

    I can see why you’ve headed off to England for a break. Are you going to be blogging from there ? Where are you going to after that ?

    I do enjoy your posts but maybe sometimes you might take a break and let Reggie do some Blogging of her own ?

    Love, mom

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    1. Dear Mom-of-Flat-Kathy
      I do apologise for the rather overwhelming flurry of posts. I had such good intentions to help FK to blog more regularly. She’s been a real good sport about it, but she finally put her foot down last week, and insisted that I clear the backlog. You see, we have a little surprise planned for her…
      Love,
      Reggie.
      P.S. *You* try telling FK that something is not a good idea, Sybil! When she got it into her head to explore those thorny flowers, she just *did* it. To be honest, I admire her determination sometimes.

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