Category: things i saw out walking
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mycology walk
Last weekend I had a yearning to go on a mushroom/toadstool hunt in the bush. I took my family out for a ramble around a bush track on the Woodville end of the Manawatu Gorge, looking out for autumnal fungi. I was not disappointed! There were some wonderful red toadstools. Bright orange fungus: Tiny ethereal…
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picking up what the wind drops
I took a walk to a nearby section where an old house had recently been demolished. They are building shops there. I dug up a wormwood plant and rescued an iron gate from a skip which I’ll use as a frame for beans in the vegetable garden. When I walk I am looking for stray…
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abandoned mattresses
Some neighbours moved out and left two mattresses on their front verge. (Where they then stayed for some weeks, until finally the real estate agent selling the house hauled them away. Isn’t it funny how people think if they leave something on the curb it suddenly counts as ‘rubbish’ and will magically disappear….?) I love…
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a southwards weekend, in pictures
I nipped southwards to visit Emma last weekend. The trip began with a southwards train trip at dawn and ended with bus journey through the Manawatu Gorge at dusk. I met Emma in Wellington for some city rambles before we went over the Rimutakas to Featherston. Here is a photo essay of the weekend:
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there is no cure for curiosity
A friend sent me a little card with this quotation on it: “The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity.” -Dorothy Parker I am an eternally curious (nosey?) person. I often follow the path of curious things, which sometimes leads to adventures and happy accidents…and sometimes to wasted time and dead…
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i am back in town – do you hear me
The new chair sits next to the older chair and it looks like they are having a conversation. (Maybe I have been reading THIS book too much?) * I find this slid under my door. How intriguing! Except it isn’t. It turns out to be from a religious zealot, just letting me know if I don’t…
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leaf water stone sky
I visited the creek. The stones hosted the leaves. The leaves bathed in the water. The water held the sky.
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open heart
(Life is) “…a slow, elated, awed recovery from humiliation.” -Geoff Cochrane On New Year’s Eve we climbed the hill behind the house and drank wine until the sun had gone. I gnawed on grass stems because they tasted like peas. When clouds crossed the moon, I couldn’t see your face and you talked about the…
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this is a post about the rugby world cup (kind of)
There’s a Rugby World Cup on. I’ve noticed it more than I might usually because in my new job at the Palmerston North City Library, we are hosting public screenings of many of the matches which means I’ve been tying up flag bunting and making party food. (Who would have thought I could feel ambivalent…
Helen Lehndorf 