The gales of last week wreaked havoc at the bach. I arrived to find twigs strewn everywhere, then branches, and then the lacebark severed from its trunk.
The mellow days of autumn are definitely over, but on a gentler note, I found the carrots I planted last time, were daintily dancing in their rows.
The day was warm, and I worked happily in the garden, digging in seaweed and planting broad beans.
Nature, on the one hand is savage: a hand that takes. We are approaching Kiwi Halloween, and I’m very aware of the lives that have been snatched or beckoned away this year.
But I’m also reminded of the hand that gives, for here in Auckland it’s still warm enough to plant seeds and sneak in some more crops. I find that comforting as the season turns.