I went on a lovely walk one morning last week, when the temperature wasn’t too hot and wasn’t too cold, and I wasn’t in a hurry, and there was only a light breeze, and everything felt just right. I was enchanted, as usual, by the pohutukawa flowers which are still vibrant on many trees, but not for much longer, as the feathery stalks of the falling blooms were carnage on the footpaths and in gutters.
I was equally enthralled by the beauty of the weeds, the way they swayed in the uncharacteristically gentle wind, their size and very existence creating a pleasing, relaxed, everyone’s-on-holiday degree of overgrown unkemptness. (Yes, I’m inventing words).
Appreciating what we have, even the weeds, I snapped a few photos with my phone.