The ups and downs
Homework, garden work and then some play time. The last film festival offering was ‘Elle’by Paul Verhoeven and then home for a wee dram and a game of cribbage.
Daisies. Such simple things that bring such joy. Fresh faced and cheerful even in the rain. Spotted these from my desk, the rain had stopped so I went out barefoot in the wet grass to marvel at them. And take a photo!!
A day of rain. Sitting at my computer I only notice it when the sound invades, look out of the window, the sky has darkened but there is a splash of brightness, colour, pink against grey, delicate but strong, withstanding the battering of raindrops.
Love the colours in Autumn. I had to edit this photo because it just didn’t turn out with the vibrancy of colour that was actually there. There is something comforting about fallen leaves, the warm colours and memories of kicking my feet through piles of them in the garden or out on walks with my family as a little girl.
Back home, the sun shone, a day in the garden clearing up and uncovering surprises. It is still so warm in our Indian Summer that our veggies are still coming and although feijoas are pretty much done, it is citrus season and we have limes and clementines.
Autumn definitely here: a chilly morning but cleared away to a warm, sunny day. Great drying day and as I hung the washing out I noticed the silk tree flowers silhouetted against the blue sky. So delicate.
A rest day. Garden pottering and hockey watching. I love raindrops on… begonias!
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St Patrick’s Day. No green today but raising a glass to my Irish roots. There are still some flowers hanging on to the summer in the garden. Felt like being arty with this one.
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A bittersweet day. Yesterday my Mum would have celebrated her 87th birthday, Today is the 33rd anniversary of her death. It’s been a long time and while the hurt fades the memories never do. Today as part of my training for the Oxfam 100km Trailwalk I walked along the river through Hamilton. The Potter Children’s Garden is now complete and what a beautiful place to take children it is. There were a few families taking advantage of splashing and cooling down in the cool, flowing water in the early evening when it was still quite warm, playing on the swings, slides and seesaws and marvelling at the birds in the aviary. For me, this Whakatauki etched in the steps said it all. I think my Mum would have related to the sentiments it evokes.
“Whakarongo ake a ki te tangi a te maru e rere runga rawa ra e, tui tui tui tuia, tuia i runga, tuia i raro, tuia a roti, tuia i rato, tuia a waho, tui tui tui tuia ka rongo te po, ka ringo te ao, tui tui tui tuia.”
” I listen, I listen where up high a bird flies. It’s cry rings out “Sew and stitch and bind it together. From above, from below, from within, from outside. Sew and bind it together. During the day and during the night. Sew and stitch and bind it together.”

A busy work day today but I made time to go out and smell the roses in the garden. Ok, this is not a rose and it has no scent but it is stunning!
