Today in Wellington it is a glorious, sunny and warm day, in total contrast to yesterday’s gales, rain and chills. … More
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Six on Saturday 04.09.21
It’s September, it’s spring and there have been some lovely sunny days if chilly nights. Lockdown continues, with several lovely … More
Words on Wednesday: spring has sprung
It is the first of September, the start of spring. A season to clear the cobwebs away, make plans and … More
This week’s small pleasures #248
Another day in lockdown, with 562 cases now. We’ll be dropping down to Level 3 here on Wednesday, but Auckland … More
Six on Saturday 21.08.21
So here we are – a SoS Level 4 lockdown post – I had hoped never to have to type … More
Six on Saturday 14.08.21
As we reach the middle of August, there are clear signs of spring out there. There has been some very … More
This week’s small pleasures #245
It seems winter has returned – at least for a couple of days. Sunday was bitterly cold and it rained … More
Six on Saturday 31.07.21
It is the end of July already, day 212 of the year, and a gloriously sunny day with bright blue skies.
Six on Saturday 24.07.21
After last Saturday’s stormy and very wet weather, which had me at one point running out to move some pots that were flooded with water (and getting soaked in the process which took 5 minutes), the weather has calmed down again, and yesterday and today we have been treated to winter sun. Daytime temperatures hover around 14C, which for someone who grew up in Northern Europe is fine for winter (the locals shiver….).
Six on Saturday 17.07.21
“The shortest day has passed, and whatever nastiness of weather we may look forward to in January and February, at least we notice that the days are getting longer. Minute by minute they lengthen out. It takes some weeks before we become aware of the change. It is imperceptible even as the growth of a child, as you watch it day by day, until the moment comes when with a start of delighted surprise we realize that we can stay out of doors in a twilight lasting for another quarter of a precious hour.” Vita Sackville-West