Friday, September 30, 2011
Just after I had the plaster cut off my arm, I walked down the street past a plant shop. This bright splash of colour - a polyanthus - caught my eye, and I thought, I must have that to celebrate!
Then I saw the brick-red pansy with its large cheerful face, and took that as well.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
In the morning, as we were eating our breakfast outside in the sun, we heard the call of the shining cuckoo, coming from high in the tree tops.
My arm felt rather like those gum trees over the last 6 weeks, encased as it was in its stiff bark. But two days ago it was set free. I was surprised to discover how tender and sore my wrist was after the plaster had been sawn off. It feels like a new leaf, still soft and without much movement, folded back on itself.
Even so, I feel I've been set free, and when I heard the shining cuckoo yesterday, back here in the city, a thrill raced through me at the sound of its happy song.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
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.
Friday, September 23, 2011
Anything simple always interests me—David Hockney
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
I've been feeling a bit jaded lately, what with this heavy cast on my left arm, not being able to drive or get out to the bach, and a touch of end-of-season flu. But seeing the sprouting of these seeds reminded me that when hard work has been put in, it does result in sprouting, greening and new life. And in turn, that cheers me up and brightens my day.
PS It's a great magazine. Here's the link if you want to check it out: http://nz.zinio.com/browse/publications/index.jsp;jsessionid=434CCA0C0D934BD84B4017B5CD303575.ns101-e01?prnt=cat1960018&productId=500609940&categoryId=cat1960078
Friday, September 16, 2011
'Free to all deserving canines!! Help yourself to a handful. There is nothing wrong with them - they just didn't suit our Toby's delicate constitution!'
I don't know these neighbours, but I'm glad to live amongst them.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Sometimes we just need a piece of magic to remind us of the wonder of being alive.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
I've just watched it for the second time, on TV on demand. I feel so proud of NZ for putting on such a fabulous piece of theatre, full of mythic archetypes, beauty, movement and power. TVNZ has the video available for 5 more days - so do take a look (don't be put off by the adverts - they don't last long)
The photo is of water on the wild west coast - one that captures some of the feeling of the Opening Ceremony (since I can't access an actual image)
Saturday, September 10, 2011
The whole city was celebrating last night. After so many tough times, it's glorious to let fly and be joyful.
Friday, September 9, 2011
Rugby fan or not, I feel proud to see my country put on such a fantastic celebration.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Your joy is your sorrow
And the selfsame well
from which your laughter
rises was oftentimes filled with tears.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
The inevitable flowering of this season eases my aching heart and weary arm. Even the bare trees, that seem arrested in winter's dormancy, will also respond to the rising sap and put out their leaves, all in due course.
Every spring is the only spring - a perpetual astonishment. ~Ellis Peters
Sunday, September 4, 2011
My granddaughter's boyfriend of three years died last night from an accident. He was only 17.
Sometimes the flowering of youth is blasted by tragedy.
Nature is flowering.
I am grieving.