Not a good day for our usual walk this morning. Didn’t look promising out our front window so we went into the market for a bit of a dryer walk. Bert loved all the different smells and even scored some salami and sourdough and a few pats… The river is high with a lot of flotsam floating down, and quite a bit of thunder around.
a small fat dog happy
A haibun for dVerse…on the theme Memorial.
There used to be a Memorial room in the old Church to a family lost on missionary service overseas, but the congregation changed, the memories faded, and eventually the room was dismantled to make way for other things. They were my family.
are only held
in the heart
A sudden blundering down our path this afternoon – a flutter from fence to house wall. I thought it was a large drunken moth, but turned out to be a very large brown locust that had left his emergence rather too late as the cold starts to bite.
and the flight
This has been a week of extremes – sorrow and joy fighting in my life. My beloved home town has been the victim of another tragedy – this time a tragedy of hate, as fifty people lost their lives in the Mosque shootings. How do you understand this kind of hatred. I cannot.
On the other hand, we have been visiting our cherished great-grandchildren, and it was so lovely to spend time with them, and to be welcomed by our family in Whakatane. I pray that they will grow up in a world that has less hatred. We do not need to hold to the same ideologies to love each other.
when the well
It has been dry here for weeks, and everything is drooping – including us. Last night the moon was coloured by the dust haze in the dry air. I went out with the dog and was hit by the brightness of the moonlight. Unfortunately my photographic skills are not yet good enough with these shots and the moon just showed as a big white blob…
blood red on the horizon
You can see there are clouds building – and this morning we have some gentle rain.
I was woken by a small earthquake in the early hours of this morning.
Here in the ‘shaky islands’ of New Zealand theories and legends about earthquakes abound – concepts such as earthquake weather, which probably has some small basis in fact as pressure changes affect the earth’s surface. There are stories of animals becoming restless before large earthquakes, and I recall a particular time where a neighbour’s little dog hid under the house crying before a not insignificant shake. On the West Coast of the South Island there are reports of loud noises from the mountains before some earthquakes.
The Maori also have their own explanations such as the restless movements of Taniwha, supernatural creatures who inhabit areas of the earth or sea.
the earth shrugs
in its sleep
Not much rain, and a windy summer so far this year. The corn is high, and wildflowers colouring the brown roadsides. The fields look like flowing ocean waves as the wind passes…
ripples of wind
surfing the summer grass