Been a funny old week – storms, travel, meetings and missed meetings – the best laid plans…  We left for Auckland last Monday to spend some time with friends, and also to call in on our daughter in the Bay of Plenty on the way home.  We left early in the morning and drove through the Paraparas in fog and mist.  Spectacular.

high country
sunlight through tears
New Zealand

So much happened, and so many photos.  I’ll share the journey with you in my next posts.  Thought that last photo was appropriate for Easter…


I’ve always heard that pigs might fly
but never knew a cow so high
that it would float among the clouds
and smile on people passing by
just held by tethers to the earth
a cow of such amazing girth
ballooning in the sky

Today it’s quadrille at dVerse, and De wants us to write poetry using the word balloon in a poem with 44 words.


into the filtered sunlight of the bush
dampness of moss
and the sweet smell of decay

birdsong, Piwakawaka, Tui
and Kereru

precarious foothold of epiphytes
against the distant sky

grandeur of Rimu, Kahikatea and Totara
children of Tāne
holding up the clouds

each fallen giant
bringing regeneration

© Maureen Sudlow

Tāne – Maori God of the forests