We had a wild storm last night, rain and 100km/hr icy winds from the southern alps.
Scary dreams, on the front line, in a forest on a steep slope, tall dense grasses, violent sounds, guns, explosions, thuds, crackling, whispering stealth through the grass, silent breath, afraid.
Unarmed, hiding, until my spot came under fire, ducked, ran and made terrifying leaps down the slope, pause, check, I’m okay, scramble for cover. Over and over.
Every return from broken sleep, I’d find myself right back there, trying to survive.
Finally the familiar tune of my alarm called me safe into my chilly bedroom.
Morning bought icy cold sun.
We were surprised to see our young celery survived 🌱
After the storm, driving to work, first glimpse of the water, framed by the pohutukawa trees at the end of the road, was shimmering gold from the morning sun.
Out from beneath the pohutukawa trees to the shoreline, huge God rays filled the sky, a freight ship vivid blue in the light. The size of the clouds and the expansive God rays made the boat appear huge and close.
A silver ribbon of light glistened along the coastline on the other side of the bay.
High tide, no pebbly beach, just water lapping the road. Evidence of the waves lapping over the road during the night, pools of water, debris and sand. Scary for the houses on the beach front to have the waves so close to their front door, grateful that our cottage is nestled safe within the village.
Always sad to turn away from the water, final glimpse back at the rays, the glistening silver ribbon, the golden pathway to the sun. Focus turned to work, up over the hill.
Winter is here?
Our most recent harvest 🌱
Have a wonderful day!