Does it matter?

Does it matter?

 Does it matter that we celebrate seasonal festivals at the right point of the cycle? Here in New Zealand/Aotearoa all of nature is alive with growth.  The cabbage trees are profuse in their creamy flowers.  The whau is in flower. Everywhere, nature is...
Cascades and Canopies

Cascades and Canopies

 Green tunnels are forming everywhere down the streets where I travel.  The spring growth is exuberant and the trees seem to be reaching up to the sky. Cascades of daisies tumble along the footpaths.  Spring knows no bounds.  Wistaria falls in...
The painted ladies want to dance

The painted ladies want to dance

 Ok girls, now that we’ve got our spring finery on, and it’s Saturday night, how about we go dancing?  Ooh, but have you peeped your fancy face around the corner? Don’t you know there’s a storm raging out there?  Mmm, see what...
Turning the soil

Turning the soil

There’s something so hopeful about starting a new spring garden. It means a renewal of faith, investment in a new cycle, and commitment to seeing it through. I was out at the bach last weekend, and the earth was calling. It’s been so long since I’ve...
The incredible lightness of spring

The incredible lightness of spring

 At last I’m heading out west. And on the way I enjoy the many signs of spring: blossoms frothing out of the trees at the organic growers’ place,  the spray of new foliage in their orchard,  and coming up the driveway to the bach, these...
Let’s make . . .

Let’s make . . .

 At last, a bright, warm spring day! What shall we do?  Let’s dig in the sand. Let’s turn the darkness into a castle. Let’s make a flower castle!  Yes, we filled our bag with all that we would need, on our way here. The fairies will...