Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Those small touches

Our family travelled north to KeriKeri over the weekend, to visit our ailing 95 year old elder. She always loved her garden, but since being in a Rest Home has no plants to tend. We stayed in a 'tourist flat' where the new owners are tending their huge property with great love and attention. They've planted little explosions of spring colour amongst the trees. Here is the bird of paradise, which little Mira (3) calls the 'tui flower', noting that it was probably very sharp to touch (it was).
Here's a fresh basket of alyssum, tucked into a corner on the deck.
A pot of lobelia on a table. . .
And primroses, spaced out along the drive.
Our little one loved the place, with its 'stepping stones' (a new word), and the punga edges, which are perfect for a small one to borrow some extra height from. She didn't know the word for 'I'm taller than you', when she hopped up on the bench beside the deck, so she said, 'I'm older'.
Not really!
Here we were as a family, with ages ranging from 3 to 95, enjoying being together. Our elder has a collection of little ceramic and fabric frogs of all shapes and sizes. She even used to have big ones (wooden) that lived in her garden. With the frogs to share, she related beautifully to her little great-great-granddaughter.
Out hosts at the holiday park were friendly, the Rest Home was just across the road, and all those little touches of spring colour in the environment made it a welcoming place to stay.

3 comments:

Hilary said...

Hi Juliet .. what a lovely post .. I hope you have a few photos of life together for the little one in a few years .. I remember vaguely my great grandmother who got to 100 - I was 5 .. she was all in black and in the garden and used to have a robin come and feed from her - she was looked after by her youngest daughter .. great story you told here - thanks and I love the Strelitzia (Bird of Paradise) remind me of South Africa .. cheers Hilary

lifeonthecutoff said...

What a lovely post and way to honor your loved one, Juliet. Mira may not remember her great, great, great grandmother as time passes by, but, will with your stories and pictures, know her.

juliet said...

thank you Hilary and Penny. I made a mistake - she's a great grandmother, not great great. Yes, it was a special trip. What a lovely memory of your great grandmother Hilary, with the robin in it.