I guess we all have different ways of marking the passage of time. When I was a child, it was about birthdays, Christmas, school holidays, and later exams and assignments due.
During the “corporate” years, campaign launches, Board meetings, AGMs and salary reviews signposted the flow of months and years.
These days, it’s food. Late October is when the first local strawberries appear. November and December are cherry and pomegranate months. January brings plums and good sweetcorn, while February is all about stone fruits and passion-fruit. And I know we’re nearly in March because the apples and pears are looking fresher, and the local garlic not so much.
And in case you’re thinking that my month has been all nectarines and nashi, here are a few shots from my February. Perhaps I over-shared the fun, sunshiney stuff already.
I’ve taken over hosting duties this year, and if you would like to join in, here are the guidelines:
The Changing Seasons Version One (photographic):
The Changing Seasons Version Two (you choose the format):
If you do a ping-back to this post, I can update it with links to all of yours.
Here are other bloggers’ Changing Seasons’ posts for January. Please visit and enjoy the month though their eyes. I’ll keep updating this as I see them:
Max at Cardinal Guzman
Marilyn at Serendipity
Pauline at Living in Paradise
Tish at Writer on the Edge
Sarah at Art Expedition
Deb at The Widow Badass Blog
Ju-Lyn at Sunrise, Sunset
Joanne at My Life Lived Full
Ruth at RuthsArc
Jude at Under a Cornish Sky
Mick at Mick’s Cogs
Colline at Colline’s Blog
Ka kite anō | see you soon
Being part of a team is in some ways analogous to being “a face in the crowd”. Teams work best when individuals work towards their shared goal, rather than trying to stand out and be seen for their own performance. This may be particularly true of rowers where, apart from the cox, the movements of all crew members need to be synchronized.
Life is anything but tranquil at the moment, and I need a gentle reminder to slow down, worry less and notice more the beauty around me.
In Whanganui a couple of weeks ago I saw this rather imposing structure at the Bason Botanic Gardens. The words on it read:
“Through the trouble of this world there still runs a thin stream of serenity for those who seek it.” — Stanley Bason
In 1966, Stanley Bason gifted his home and farm of 25 hectares to the city of Whanganui, for the “creation of a botanical reserve.” He firmly believed that as population increased and urbanisation spread, people would need beautiful, open spaces in which to relax and escape the pressures of everyday life.
His generosity and foresight have provided the people of Whanganui, and visitors, with just that.