… and the living is easy …
Well, actually, not always. In fact, summers in Wellington are notoriously unreliable. We never know when it will be warm, or when a cold blast will come through, reminding us that there’s nothing between our city and the South Pole. We never know if we’ll need an umbrella or sunscreen, and it is not unlikely that we’ll need both on any particular day.
On Wednesday I took a photo from my living room, and posted it on Facebook. What is wrong with this picture? Of course, my sister knew what I meant. She, one of the gloating residents of the warmer north, recognised that it didn’t look much like summer. Other friends, based on the incessant beer and wine shots I tortured them with throughout a trip to the Middle East and Europe, picked that there was no photo of a wine glass in front. So the next night I took a sunny shot outside, with my glass of chardonnay and the bottle in front. My brother-in-law, he of the gloating residents of the warmer north (and currently on his yacht off Kawau Island in the Hauraki Gulf – not that I’m jealous), suggested it had been photo-shopped.
Well, he should be here today. I went to the gym this morning. The entire front of the gym was open (glass doors), with a brilliant view out to Evans Bay. Not a bad way to take away some of the pain of torturing myself on the Arc Trainer. The water in the bay was glassy calm, with a few hopeful yachts out on the water. I hope they waited, as a breeze came up later, and it would have been spectacular out there. As I drove home around the bays, the sea brought back memories; a Mediterranean blue, and about as different as it could have been from the angry greenish-grey of earlier in the week.
The temperature has risen, and I’ve opened the large skylight above my desk. I can smell flowers – enough to make me smile, not enough to make me sneeze. I have a compilation – Jazz on a Summer’s Day – playing on my iPod. And just now, as I was typing this, I was called outside by the Husband, who is working on the deck. There, just below our house, was a large kereru or wood pigeon. We stood watching it, as it snacked enthusiastically on the leaves, and I attempted some shots. I didn’t realise its back feathers were quite so colourful. I was a little said it kept its white breast hidden, but it was still a real treat to see one up so close.
The deck itself is still a work in progress, but we have our first metre of fence completed, and it’s looking really good. Unfortunately the rest of the deck is a building site – so it’s not yet conducive to relaxing with a cocktail or glass of bubbles. But still, in a while I’ll go open a bottle of sauvignon blanc, and we might barbecue some chicken kebabs for dinner, maybe push some timber aside to find a seat and simply enjoy being outside.
This summer’s day is turning out pretty good. We have to make the most of it. Who knows when the next one will come along?