Someone's noisier than me ..

“If a cluttered desk is the sign of a cluttered mind, 

of  what then, is an empty desk a sign?” 

~ Albert Einstein

The Agapanthus are slowly starting to open  ... each at it's very own pace!

My desk is ALWAYS cluttered.  I’ll leave you to draw your own conclusions.  Suffice to say, 

despite the organised chaos of my desk, work STILL gets done ... or appears to.

I’m thinking my time management might improve were I to put some order into the organised chaos.  It’s only a thought though ... and a fleeting one at that, as there is more than enough to do without dwelling on actions that are UNLIKELY to ever happen.

The name of this little fellow eludes me ... it's starling shaped but with a red face ... need to chat to Google!

A little Eastern Rosella

I did take a photo of a CLEAN desk MANY moons ago .... but that was merely a ruse.  The photo DIDN’T show the floor, which was strewn with the contents of the desk.  It was merely to prove that I COULD have a clean desk, free of odds and ends and work related debris.  

No-one mentioned that the floor should be free of debris too.

The one pitfall of a cluttered desk is distraction and yes, I am easily distracted.  

Focus is a skill I am forever re-learning.

Today however I AM focused.  Work at the shop is finished for the week and preparation for our departure to Fruit Bowl Craft Jam this weekend is underway.  

She's pleading with  me to get Sam to let go of her stick!

Have I mentioned how MUCH I love road trips?

I’m not sure the significant other enjoys them quite as much as I do.  That might have something to do with the indeterminable number of times he has to stop.

I just can’t help myself.  Road trips are a visual feast, particularly here in New Zealand, and I ‘eat’ until I’m stuffed.  Unless it’s raining of course.  Then the camera and I go hungry.

The hound’s not coming with us and she won’t be impressed.  She’s being left to the tender ministrations of the youngest lemming.

She's not happy at being asked to 'sit' in the waves.

Today is the 18th birthday of the oldest lemming’s girlfriend.  I nicknamed her ‘noise’ when she first appeared in his life  ... for very appropriate reasons ... and the name has stuck.  She is, quite possibly, even NOISIER than I am.

Sky City's lost it's tower in the clouds.

The fun of Word Art took on new meaning when I created her birthday card.

I think I feel a head-ache coming on!

“As you think you travel and, as you love, you attract. You are today where your thoughts have bought you. You will be tomorrow where your thoughts take you.” 

~ James Allen

Hercules waiting patiently at the top of the road for us.

She's BIG and she's BROWN and she's SCARY ...

“What we see depends mainly on what we look for.” 

~ John Lubbock

Sometimes I have to SHARE my morning sun.  

The past few mornings have been idyllic.  

Clear skies, little wind and a gloriously huge sun have made for some memorable photographs.  

Mornings like this are precious. 

So precious that others are seeking the magic in them too.

Ali, a new friend I’ve met on my rambles up to the view-site also rambles early in the morning.  She likes to head up to the grassed view-site to do her daily Tai Chi routine.  It’s further up the road and invisible to passing eyes.  She loves the silence up there ... all you can hear are the waves breaking on the shore and the melancholy cawing of the seagulls.

I like photographing the rising sun from the viewing platform at Achilles Point though so we parted ways at the view-site.  In retrospect I should have joined her at her look-out point as the view-site was anything BUT silent today.

Not only did we have Indy vocally expressing his welcome to the sun but we had 5 OTHER people AND another hound doing it too

 ... not quite as vocally as Indy though.

Gareth took this picture of the mist on Harbour Bridge this morning n his way to work

I’d been basking in the serenity of the morning when Bob (small hound) and his humans arrived.  I could FEEL there were more bodies on the platform than just me and the hound by the way it bounced.  I guess small 4 year old humans can get quite BOUNCY after a good night’s sleep.

Bob DIDN’T like the look of the hound.  

She’s BIG and she’s BROWN and she’s SCARY his eyes were silently telling us as he plopped his bum on the ground and refused to move.  

The little human tried to encourage him but he was having none of it and turned tail and headed back up the platform.  She raced after him so he ran faster with bigger human shouting after her to stop running.  

Did I mention this is at 6.48 in the morning?

Bob was eventually coaxed back onto the platform as ANOTHER two early morning ramblers arrived.  With the briefest of  break in conversation to say hi, they stood at the railing and continued their morning catch-up.  I now know where they’re going for breakfast and which of them has a doctor’s appointment later.  Thank goodness they didn’t discuss anything confidential.

Next up was Ali, Tai Chi completed, and Julia and Indy.

My head was REELING.  All these bodies and all this noise at what SHOULD be the MOST peaceful time of the day.

.... and then I remembered that quotation and it all made sense.

Each of us took something special from that moment this morning.  All of it was magical but each of our take on it was unique. Each of us, within ourselves, was looking for something different.

Noise and all, it was STILL a memorable sun-rise.