Although the weather’s turned a bit meh, our craving for fish and chips got the better of us last night. And the fact that the best place to buy them is two thirds of the way between our house and Muriwai Beach meant that a picnic was in order.
As usual, within about three seconds of us opening the wrapping, the birds arrived. First the sparrows, then the gulls. And while the sparrows just hop up as close as they dare and look pleadingly, these gulls tried the alternate approaches of dive-bombing and studied nonchalance.
Neither worked. And the food was delicious.
New growth on the smaller of my road-trip hydrangeas. Image: Su Leslie 2020
The hydrangea bushes (well, full-sized plant and little stem) brought back from Whanganui are both looking healthy and have new growth.
New flowers on the larger road-trip hydrangea. Image: Su Leslie 2020
Not quite knowing how to care for my gifted plants, I’ve read and tried to follow advice both online and in print. For now, it seems that lavish amounts of attention and water have been enough.
A belated contribution to the Ragtag Daily Prompt | hope
In my new spirit of proactive hopefulness, I’m going to believe that what is shut will eventually open.
Pohutukawa flowers. Image: Su Leslie 2019
My computer has died, making photo editing difficult. So more pics of New Zealand’s flourishing native Christmas tree I’m afraid.
Advent Calendars weren’t part of my Presbyterian upbringing; so I was largely unaware of them until the boy-child was little and he began to receive as gifts the kind with little chocolates behind each window. Then a cousin sent him a lovely quilted version with numbered pockets to be filled with goodies.
Despite its Winnie the Pooh fabric, the Calendar remained in use until my son left home, and probably would still be pressed into service except that I can’t find it.
For the last couple of years I sought alternative solutions; the row of goodie bags that could be hung in a flat bedroom, a box with numbered envelopes.
I’m not sure whether it’s a lack of imagination or a general ambivalence towards Christmas, but this year we’re going calendar-free and I wonder if he will even notice.
The Pacific Ocean, Otago coastline, New Zealand. Image: Su Leslie 2018
You realise how isolated New Zealander when you can stand on an east coast beach and know that the nearest landmass beyond the horizon is Chile.
“When you rise in the morning, give thanks for the light, for your life, for your strength. Give thanks for your food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason to give thanks, the fault lies in yourself.” –– Tecumseh
And perhaps more importantly I guess, is giving thanks that I have those things to be thankful for.
Constant rain and wind this week is taking its toll on the garden. This shot seems fitting then for both Friday Flowers and the Ragtag Daily Prompt | a flower cried.