Sunday, 25 January 2009
A hot, windy day yesterday, with these large carp-kites catching a coastal breeze to emblazon swept-clean, blue skies.
K and I went to the Farmer’s Market and spent a pleasant hour meandering, drinking coffee and sampling a gluten-free sausage each, followed later by a gluten-free pancake each. (At first, just by the way it was written, I thought the pancakes were Free! But - duh - it was announcing that they were (Gluten) Free! Oh well.) We bought white turnips and choy and free range eggs. Nothing like buying local, organic stuff. Later on in the day when I went to the supermarket, I found it full of produce from USA and Australia.
We also bought a bunch of sweet peas, the smell of which brings back the exquisite boredom of childhood summer days, quicker than a wink.
After the market and a natter in the shade at her & M’s place, K and I went for a stroll along the beach. (They are lucky enough to live within a stone’s throw.) She told me of her love of sailing and how one day as a ten year old at sailing class, she decided she’d set her sail for the wide, blue ocean; causing a rescue boat to come tearing after her. She said that her two favourite places in the world to be, would be either on top of a mountain or in the middle of the ocean. Can't say they would be for me ... I like a little contact with the safety of edges, frames and borders.
These are the same poles that I have posted a photo of in the winter when they were seven feet tall with the sand level up to their ankles. As you can see, yesterday they were only two to three feet tall and buried up to their chests. What a huge amount of sand the ocean hauls about.
And finally, here is Casper the Caterpillar who is at the Childcare Centre where I work, chomping his way through a swan plant’s leaves before wrapping himself up into a chrysalis and then emerging as a butterfly. I will keep you posted on his progress. I have a bit of a weird theory that my life echoes the four stages of a butterfly (egg, caterpillar, chrysalis, adult) changing every seven years. At the moment I am approaching the egg stage for the third time. (Do the maths ...) ‘In the light of the moon, a little egg lay on a leaf ...’ (Eric de Carle.) Another way of looking at it is that I’m entering into my third childhood!
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