On top with Cremora and cricket

Remember when the Cremora was not inside but on top? The story only makes sense in the South Africa of yesteryear when the favourite coffee creamer was advertised on television by an irate husband complaining that there was no Cremora in the refrigerator. Wife’s reply: It’s not inside, its on top! (Who puts coffee creamer in the fridge?)

Quiver trees in their forest as well as solitary in the veld seem to grow to equal sizes in the valleys, upon the slopes and on the brows of hills. This one that is becoming a bit long and frail in the branch clearly had a good innings upon its cliff.

Cricketers would expect runs from an innings, but staying put in its crease has served this tree just fine for a very long time. No wonder there are those not caring too much for the five-day cricket game.

Who can remember the names of those batsmen who just stood there over the years, defending famously for hours through an onslaught by bowlers, thwarting them in the hot sun and avoid defeat?

A pity cricket requires a green lawn: In its dourest, protracted form the game for the connoisseur is well suited to the desert.