Monthly Archives: July 2014

Odd one out…

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Carnations have been out of favour for such a long time…but who can deny the beauty of this striking bloom? In a sweet bouquet of pale pink, cream and apricot carnations, this one riotous, brilliant crimson carnation appeared to be the odd one out. The excessively frilly petals seemed to also add to the overall flamboyance of the flower. It seems original, unusual and slightly crazy, and I, for that reason, love it.


Mid winter beach walk….

Oakura Beach July 2014

It was time to get out. A long beach walk in the middle of winter seemed sensible. So that is what we did…we gathered up four kids who had spent all morning staring at various screens, two soccer balls, one camera and headed out into the brisk winter air for an afternoon at a beach not far from our home.

We had a great game of beach football, we walked and walked, had running races, jumped streams, collected shells, wrote our names in the sand, one even played in the water (even in July!). Two of us carried shoes, jackets, shirts and the collected shells. After hours on the beach, we were all a bit cold, a bit tired, but happy, laughing and sandy as we headed home.

I felt recharged and reconnected and really alive.  The fog has started to clear and as it did, I saw the most beautiful view right there in front of me. A sign, I think.

 


Storm clouds gathering…

smoky hills

 

There was a low, dense fog rolling into the valleys and a few chimneys on the hills in the distance, and nearby, curling out a trail of grey smoke. I imagine people stoked their fire places to warm up and dry out after three solid days of rain. Everything is drenched and it is cold, but it also looks so sparkly and clean after such a deluge.  The storm clouds continued to gather on the horizon at dusk. All combined, it was a magical scene, for a fleeting moment before darkness.

 


Thoughts from the bottom of the tree…

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I spotted this tree in Auckland recently. It’s silver white trunk was so smooth and shiny and seemed to go on for miles and miles toward toward the sky.

 

I imagined what it would be like to be a bird flying around and resting at the top of the tree, in the shelter of the branches, and looking out at the world from there.

 

 


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