The pan has dried out, leaving a bleak sandy centre - but all around it chinkerinchees push up through the sand, in great numbers. They were named by the San people... 
...and the name is an approximation of the whispering, papery sound they make in the wind. They are almost impossible to cultivate commercially, so we are privileged to have fields of them here.
2 comments:
Bonsoir Shelagh...
Merci pour l'explication, agrémentée de jolies photos...
Thank You for the explain, with nice photos...
See You later.
This is fantastic! I don't know how many people can really appreciate the uniqueness of your images and stories! So, thanks from me at least!
Cheers Shelagh!
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