The last few days have been wet so the world was all dewy and dripping, but the sky was cloud free and tinged with tones of gold and copper. We dropped off the oldest at the polytech's training restaurant - he's taking a test, making vegetarian panini's - and skirted the Logan Park playing fields. White mist hung over the grass so that I could almost imagine it had returned to its original existence - Lake Logan.
With Dunedin's huge roofed stadium behind us we passed the concrete business where several bright yellow trucks stood, churning their contents while they waited for the time when they could regurgitate their wet stony load.
Almost completing the circuit around the playing fields I dropped my daughter at her school, which is nestled between bush clad hills. Then it was time to head back home, more relaxed with no deadline to meet.
Coming up the valley a bright yellow halo hung over the hill where the sun was about to appear. Driving up that same hill I looked across to Mt Cargill where threads of fog clung to the crevices and a cloudy blanket covered the top, shrouding the television mast.
Finally at home and I was delighted to see that the tree at the bottom of our drive has blossomed with tiny white flowers, seemingly overnight. I parked the car, turned off the ignition and sat for a moment, savouring the peace and the wonderful warmth from the very effective heater.
At last I stepped out to be welcomed by the crowing of a nearby rooster; a new day has dawned.
|Blossom at the bottom of our drive.|
|Mt Cargill from our lounge window. The fog has lifted and sky turned cloudy in the time it took me to write this!|
Have a great weekend!