Journal. Going to St. John's Camp.


Caitlin 

Journal. A Mixture of Thoughts.
 
Tahlia and Ashlee started back at Sacred Heart School yesterday for the term 3 of the 4 term year. Pat is again getting up at 6.15 a.m. in the mornings to see Tahlia off to the school bus. I am up at my usual 6.00 a.m. stint reading my email and forums,  catching up on the world news and maybe writing a piece as of this moment.
 
These past 2 days I have been spending time with our new garden shredder and winter pruning our numerous shrubs and small trees. It works well and its heavy duty motor does not complain even with the thicker hardwood branches. I am stock-piling the shreddings... there are too many to put into the composter... they will used later to mulch a problem area under the trees.
 
This morning it is too cold at 7C. to go out early, the sun is trying to pierce the high wispy cloud and is still watery. The sun is winning... slowly.
 
I keep thinking of my life story lying in the doldrums at the moment. It's not as if I have writers block, I just need a good kick start. My Travel 2003 Journal is almost in the same category too.
 
Well the morning is warming up, it is past 10.00 a.m. and a cup of coffee calls. Then out with the shredder and work until lunch time. I must get these shrubs pruned, they have been neglected for a few years now.
 
 

Journal. God's Own Country.


The sky is brilliant blue this morning and the air still. Earlier the lake and low lying land was a photographer's dream with the swirling wisps of morning mist changing from moment to moment with the warmth of the sun.  
 
Truly, on a morning like this in its own peace and quietness New Zealand is "God's Own Country".  
 
Or as we locals like to call it, "Godzone".

Journal. Epilepsy and A Foggy Morning.

I have just had a call from our aerial man returning a borrowed item. Stu was full of worry. His youngest son has been diagnosed with epilepsy. He has been having seizures for a while now unbeknown to Stu but the last two were serious, biting his tongue badly and causing damage.

Stu worries and wonders of the future and as he says you cannot help but worry. The boy has his problems too asking how will it affect him and none of the doctors or specialist can give him a definitive answer yet except "we need to do more tests". The point of his epilepsy lies within the skull.

As a single parent raising 2 teen-aged boys, that is the last thing Stu wants.

Its a foggy morning and the mist should have risen by now 10.30 a.m.but it hasn't. The temperature was down to zero degrees C. for a time last night. It felt so-o-o-o cold this morning. We were promised a beautiful day and 15C. by the forecasters last night. What happened?

Journal. A Beautiful Mid Winter's Day

The sun is shining, the sky is wall to wall bright blue and the leaves on the trees scarcely move. A slight chill is in the air and the temperature is 17C. After our past week of sun, rain, hail and wind it is pleasurable to be alive. The anticyclone sitting in the Tasman Sea has moved on to NZ at last.

We often get get these sort of calm days in July during our winter but with a somewhat lower temperature. Some say a good time of year to go on holiday in the settled weather.

I think I will get the garden blower/vac. out this afternoon and blow away the leaves off the lawns down into the bottom section.

Or, shall I just sit out in the sun and browse and think about the leaves? There is always tomorrow when you are retired.