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Engagements for Valentine’s Day

Engagements for Valentine’s Day:

Touch base with morning and kiss of sun on skin.

Touch base with the morning

Touch base with the morning (diamond in the rough 😉 )

Listen to summer’s song.

Smell rose.

The Scent of a Rose

The Scent of a Rose ; enough to make you giddy with delight

Hold steady,

Inhale deeply.

Sweet Fragrance

Sweet Fragrance

Berry pick.

Berry picking

Berry picking

Snack Blyssfully and Berry-ily.

Engage feet on chair.

Heart rest.

Admire Valentine’s Day gift straight from  heart of Christchurch .

Open mail with my not so secret Valentine, Ralph.

Smile, laugh. 🙂

Read; love story, A leaf in Springtime

Family time.

Time Goes By

Time Goes By

Consider symbol of twin handled Loving Cup.

Welcome  light of evening,  close of day.

Reflect  on  One Word Wonder# Love

Feel Blessed.

Blessed by the soft touch of the Rose


Sleep well.

ps Hug son; final exams completed .

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Down by the River

We went down to the banks of the Avon River this afternoon to see what was happening there on the last day of 2012. We parked at the corner of Montreal Street and Cambridge Terrace and enjoyed the view; some of it shady, some of it sunny, some of it serene and some of it busy with traffic and people, and, even, bumblebees. And, of course, what is a Christchurch water scene without ducks. They never miss out. I took so many photos that I decided I would try putting them together as collages; something different for me.Down by the River

Here are the photos closer to the water. Guess who lost her footing and nearly fell in the water, whilst she was taking one of these shots? It was a warm afternoon, but not warm enough for a dunking, in my opinion. Can you see the bumblebee?By the river side

And to mark the end of 2012 and the beckoning of 2013, here is my first attempt at photo editing. Are better things to come? 😀Light in the window

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A little lady lost in lavender © silkannthreades

I haven’t devoted much time to my great-grandmother in recent months. I went by to see her today and decided she was taking good care of herself. There are a few weeds scattered about but the lavender, alone amongst all the plants we have placed on her burial plot, is thriving.  I think shemust love it ,and the bees that come to enjoy it.

The lavender bush is so large now that my great-grandmother is almost lost to view; from the roadside, at least.Lost in Lavender

Another visitor buzzes by to enjoy the lavender;Buzzy VisitorThrough the lavender looking glass….farThrough the lavender looking glass and nearA closer look and then back the way we came. Looking Back I brought  two stalks of lavender home with me. Hopefully, if I don’t lose them, they will remind me to return in a few weeks to see if the lavender is ready to harvest.Lovely lavender Thanks for the sweet reminders, Great Grandmother.Sweet reminders

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Strays and Stragglers at Avebury Park

We were cruising slowly by Avebury Park ,(slowly on account of the distressed road surface), when I spotted a chicken near the herbaceous border on the far side of the Park lawn. So I parked the car and went for a closer look.  Alas, by the time I reached the border the chicken had disappeared. But, seriously, folks, there was a chicken. No doubt she had strayed from a neighbouring property, unless the City Council now keeps chickens in its parks.

Here is Avebury Park, minus chicken, but complete with the usual sign of our times; the container. What would we do without containers? They support us, protect us, house us, inspire us….

These containers,however, are not particularly inspiring, unless you are interested in graffiti, but I liked the blue of the flowers against the blue of the container.

And amongst the blue flowers, I found masses of bees and bumblebees.

As I was leaving the Park, a small boy was dawdling on his ownsome towards the entrance gate. He was very absorbed in a stick and the pathway. Suddenly, he looked up, saw me and said very forthrightly, “What is your name? ”  I told him and he announced, equally forthrightly, “My name is Ray”.  And sure enough, just as he said it, a call came from across the park, ” Ray, where are you? Hurry up.”  And off he hurried. I wonder if he thought I was as strange a sight as the stray hen.

The homestead at Avebury Park has lived many lives. At one time, it was the city’s first youth hostel and called the Cora Wilding Youth Hostel. Our city was home to Cora Wilding. She was instrumental in establishing the youth hostel movement in New Zealand.  Here is a beautiful spot in the Park where one can sit and reflect on what is, what was and what is yet to be in this lovely part of our city.

About Bumblebees and More

I am reading, and, thoroughly enjoying, The ACB with Honora Lee by Kate De Goldi, with drawings by Gregory O’Brien, published by Random House, New Zealand.

From the blurb on the back cover;

Perry leaned into Gran and blew gently on her cheek.

‘Gran, ‘ she said. ‘Gran? Who am I?’

‘Well, ‘ said Gran, tartly, ‘if you don’t know I can’t help you.’

Who indeed is Perry? And who is Gran? Who are Doris, Beverley, Stephen, Loto, Audrey and the myriad others at Santa Lucia in the loop of the river?

There is much about all their lives that is puzzling and chaotic, but Perry has a plan. She is making an alphabet of everyone and everything at Santa Lucia. The alphabet is orderly after all, a beautiful, predictable pattern that everyone understands….Or do they?

A story that reminds us again of the enduring alliance between the young and the very old.

That’s the blurb.

For me, the book is also about the delights and vagaries of language and communication at all stages of life, interspersed with humour and bumblebees.  As a bonus, the book is beautifully made; a feast for the eyes and a pleasure to hold.

The typeset is Mrs Eaves.

Sanitarium Factory Garden

We had a quick visit to the Sanitarium Factory Garden this afternoon. The sun was out but the wind was too cool for lazy strolling.   The garden remains well cared for even though the factory is under reconstruction. This photo shows  why marmite lovers don’t get marmite at the moment.

The earthquake bit the marmite section out of the weet-bix sandwich. On the left you can see that the building is being reclad with some sort of corrugated iron which is a good idea.

But, here is the garden looking as beautiful as ever.The rhodendrons are coming to an end but they are still lovely. The bumblebees agree.

The roses are starting to bloom. All the roses that were just opening had droplets of rain collected amongst the folds of the petals. Looked good enough to sip. Would it have tasted like rosewater, I wonder?

Unfortunately, my photo of the water droplet amongst the petals didn’t come out well. That’s why you got the rose bud instead.