Rain and blossom; spring at my place. Image: Su Leslie 2019
In Wellington recently I had a really good pot of green tea (at Dumpling’d on Boulcott Street for anyone local). The menu described it as green tea with rose petals and fruit, and it was delicious.
I’m dubious about a lot of flavoured teas since I discovered the added sugars, oil and sundry other ingredients in the fine print, but I figured I could probably get close to replicating the taste with — well, green tea, rosebuds and fruit.
I was right.
The green and rosebud teas came from our local Asian grocer, and the fruit is dried apple slices from the supermarket. My first attempt wasn’t great, but second time round I was more generous with the roses and apple, and I added some fresh lemon thyme from the garden.
I would do my happy dance, but I don’t want to spill tea down my front.
My September began in Omapere, on the Hokianga Harbour — a long weekend for the Big T and I revisiting an area we first explored in our early days together. Without knowing it when we booked, we even stayed in the same place, though it has been transformed from a small motel into a larger hotel complex.
In the thirty years since we lasted visited, the giant sand dune on the western side of the harbour has begun to disappear under vegetation — an environmental success, but making the dune a little less spectacular.
On the other hand, the foreshore at Omapere is disappearing into the sea. Along the beach was clear evidence of massive erosion, including several houses and large areas of reserve that have collapsed into the beach. Enormous concrete barriers have been placed on the lawn of the hotel to “protect” the building, but I suspect that if T and I were to visit in another 30 years, we’d need to find alternative accommodation to stay on dry land.
My gardening efforts this month have been very modest; lots of planning and tidying, some helicopter parenting of a few seeds and seedlings, and trying to enjoy the spring flowers before wind and rain destroy them.
T and I celebrated my birthday with a few days in Wellington — my favourite home away from home. T hardly ever visits our capital city, so it was fun playing tourists together. As always seems to happen when I visit, the weather was good for most of our stay and the clouds were rolling in as we left — perfect.
About The Changing Seasons
The Changing Seasons is a monthly challenge where bloggers around the world share what’s been happening in their month.
If you would like to join in, here are the guidelines:
The Changing Seasons Version One (photographic):
- Each month, post 5-20 photos in a gallery that you feel represent your month
- Don’t use photos from your archive. Only new shots.
- Tag your posts with #MonthlyPhotoChallenge and #TheChangingSeasons so that others can find them
The Changing Seasons Version Two (you choose the format):
- Each month, post a photo, recipe, painting, drawing, video, whatever that you feel says something about your month
- Don’t use archive stuff. Only new material!
- Tag your posts with #MonthlyPhotoChallenge and #TheChangingSeasons so others can find them.
If you do a ping-back to this post, I can update it with links to all of yours.
Because I’ve been a bit slow this month, four of my fellow bloggers have already posted their Changing Seasons;
Ju-Lyn at All things bright and beautiful
Pauline at Living in Paradise
Tish at Writer on the Edge
Jude from Life at the Edge
Please pop over to see how September played out for them, and also:
Tracy at Reflections of an Untidy Mind
Lani at Life, the Universe and Lani
Joanne at My Life Lived Full
Sarah at Art Expedition
Ruth at Ruth’s Arc
Brian at Bushboys World
Pea, mint and feta fritters with roasted asparagus. Image: Su Leslie
If I seem even more food-obsessed than usual this weekend, it’s partly because I had some sort of gastric bug earlier in the week and couldn’t eat for a couple of days; but mostly because I am feeling incredibly lucky and grateful to actually have food.
The more I read about the climate catastrophe engulfing the planet, the collapse of eco-systems and the horrendous loss of species after species, the more I wonder how much longer I can take for granted the means to produce even simple, vegetarian meals like these fritters and asparagus.
The generation I was born into the tail-end of has often been called “the lucky generation”, but I fear if we don’t all make radical changes very soon, our luck will run out.
And yes, it’s not a one-word post, but the prompt for a rant on something about which I feel very strongly.
All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us. — J. R. R. Tolkien
For this guy, who fishes most days off our local wharf, the decision seems to have been made.
I love fish, and quite like the idea of catching it, but I can see that for a lot of people, fishing is so much more than procuring dinner.
The charm of fishing is that it is the pursuit of what is elusive but attainable, a perpetual series of occasions for hope. — John Buchan