The turn of the seasons is something I never tire of. I am particularly grateful to have been born and raised, and to have lived the majority of my life, in a part of the country where the weather tends to coolness and intemperate, wild moods. I revel in living where gloves, woollen hats, scarves and winter coats are utilised. Even in summer! It makes me laugh. And it is not uncommon here for an unwelcome, wintry blast to arrive in the middle of summer. Bad, bad weather! There's something creative about it.
It's farewell to the grey warbler - our summer visitor - and welcome back to the birds who like our trees for their winter feeding. I was pleased yesterday to hear the return of the bellbirds and tuis around here, and to spot tiny waxeyes feeding on berries.
Fantail in New Zealand Bush
Originally uploaded by mcdinzie
I will not hesitate to fill the one she sent me with writing. If it wasn't for the notebooks in my life, many ideas, quick impressions and light-bulb moments would lose their grip and slip off the steep edge of my memory.
Check out Melior's blog (link above). The randomness of how I discovered her blog amuses me - it was through a link on our son's wedding celebrant's website. (The degrees of seperation are often far less than six.)
Another site to check out is the New Zealand writer Penelope Todd's - she writes exquisite impressions of life, with photos to match. Something special. DO check it out.
Listening to: The Cat's Empire. (I supplied a cd of their's for work too; which whenever we play it, inspires nine month olds to belly dance! How cool is that?)
Reading; Anne Hepple - delicious 1930s romance writer!
Anticipating: R's spag bol for tea. (With red wine, 'course.)
Writing: A long poem ...
Learning: Basic Japanese. Hai!