Good Things

I can’t go past an apple tree in full blossom. It is my favourite blossom. Our tree is ready to pop any day now and I’m the old grey mare with camera at the ready.

Spring morning. Spring. So well named.

Oldest granddaughter told me her favourite season is Spring, with its fresh winds and changeable ways.

Somehow such an apt title for current attitudes and our son’s exhibition. Greatly looking forward to it.

My daughter in law sent this photo of bread that they were about to have for lunch, instantly spanning the huge distance between us in Dunedin and them in Berlin … ‘Guten appetit.’

The above photo montage is from a previous Spring. I can’t go past an apple tree in full blossom. It is my favourite blossom. Our tree is ready to pop any day now and I’m the old grey mare with camera at the ready.

At Level two we can at least get out and about and sample nature and sunshine. Even if poetry readings and other related events have been frustratingly cancelled or postponed or deferred to a later date, and booked air tickets aren’t necessarily a guarantee that planned travel to the North Island will go ahead, I’m thankful that spontaneous outings can still happen. Like today’s to the Gardens with daughter-in-law and youngest granddaughter.

We were rather taken by this tree. Such smooth branches. Granddaughter called the little tree ‘Brownie’ and was entertained for some time clambering on its splinter-free bark. The adults in the group were amused by the knots that looked freakily and rather disconcertingly like cat butts.

We chuckled at the word Tea Kiosk. It seemed to fit the Jane Austen mood we were in (all we were missing were our bonnets.)

G’daughter dropped a coin into the goldfish pond and made a wish. I believe it had something to do with a princess. Having the time to spend on such serious trivialities as dropping a twenty cent coin into a goldfish pond and making a wish, and because there was nothing in particular needing my urgent attention, today will go down as a good one.

I’m gradually becoming accustomed to this new reality. This reality of uncertainty and taking care and living with the ‘ifs’ and with what the word ‘unless’ really means. I’m preparing myself for this to be a permanent way of approaching life and the future. The trick is to find ways to work around it all in order to find the bliss. To keep a hold of personal certainties that cannot be shaken. No matter what. A sunny Spring day helps.