Earth Day is near! This week, let’s celebrate this planet on which we live.
On the way from Wellington to Nelson.
Flying back to Wellington.
Windmills on the hills.
Mother earth has so much to give.
Do we really appreciate?
Bea and Stella came to visit me.
I took a few photos.
While taking photos Trompie came up to me as if to say:
What are you doing?
I’m still the best am I not?
Bea kept looking at Trompie!
Beatrix and Mom Stella visited me this morning.
Beatrix nearly four months.
She loves watching movement on the TV.
This week was “surprise”.
Jen H at WordPress said:
Much of photography is about discovery, and with discovery may come a surprise.
After two weeks of bad weather the sun suddenly
Trompie enjoyed the sudden sunlight.
Last three to four weeks we had unusual weather. It was still just over 20 degrees C which is quite hot for this time of year. We also had a lot of rain too. The warm weather brought two cyclones. Cyclone Debbie was the first one and less than a week it was followed by cyclone Cook. Debbie did not reach us in the lower North Island but cyclone Cook brought heavy rain and strong winds. People were asked to put their long weekend arrangements on hold because some roads were expected to wash away, slips could also occur.
As soon as the weather cleared again I found more toadstools popping out. I found these on the lawn on the roadside.
Autumn is upon us here in New Zealand.
Leaves are changing colour.
With the warm days and lots of rain,
toadstools came out
showing off their colourful heads.
Trompie had his last haircut before the cold is upon us!
This morning everything is foggy.
From my doorstep.
We are expecting
It is already battering the Northern part of the North Island
and is slowly moving down south to us.
We are warned to stay inside,
have our emergency bags ready.
The next 48 hours is going to be tricky to everyone.
Winds of up to 160km p hour are expected and Lots of rain.
End of the first term. It was a good term. Lots of highlights. Before school is expanding day by day. After school not that many children as last year. We did a lot of swimming every afternoon while we could.
We made some pompoms.
We were supposed to make bunnies with them but
there wasn’t enough time to finish it off.
At the end, we had some colourful pompoms.
The big pompom was halfway successful.
It was a huge struggle to cut and tie it up.
Even the principal took a go at cutting through the string!
We also used toilet rolls to create
One created a tree with owls perching on the branches.
No photo, sorry! I forgot to take one.
Hope all of you have a good easter weekend!
I described my mother and my father for my writing group in the local Library.
Both descriptions are of my parents in the hospital before they passed away.
My Father passed in 1994 and my mother in 2006.
Mum in hospital
Frail and bony hands were on top of the blanket. She taught us that you never sleep with your hands under the covers. Her handkerchief clenched in one hand. She regularly swept or just held it under her nose. Pale blue eyes looked at me in recognition. Eyes kept wandering up to the shelf where a toy husky looked down at her. “He winked at me. His tongue is hanging out, he smiled at me “came the shaky words. Her hair was sparse and bland. She looked so fragile. She never complained about pain and yet one could see it in her eyes. Her body was swollen twice as big as normal, from all the water caused by heart and also kidneys failure. The physiotherapist came, Mom wanted to show how strong she was. We had to support her; she could hardly sit up. She still asked:” Is it good enough?” She was brave until the end, not complaining about all the pain.
Dad in hospital
He sat in the chair next to the bed.Old and tired of the life. His hands clenched around the armrests of the chair. Those strong hands, which worked hard throughout his life, looked old and wrinkled. The oxygen pipe in his nose helped his shallow and irregular breathing. He was still fighting against the world and its many injustices. He could not make peace with circumstances. Surviving World War II in the Netherlands nearly totally had broken him. He even accused my mum of not loving him at the end! She was the one supporting him his whole life. He just did not trust or believe anyone. He kept on fighting against all will till the end.