Will-of-the-wisp moments ....

 

I write because I can.  

I write to rid my mind of worrisome thoughts and unnecessary musings.  When I put pen to paper ... or in this case, fingers to keys .... it allows a release from the troublesome world I currently inhabit.  Not that the world in general isn’t troublesome, but my little world has it’s own set of worries that at times seem overwhelming.

Writing is cathartic.  It forces me to focus on the positives in my day ... on the will-of-the-wisp moments in time where happiness enters my world unbidden and leaves me smiling.

Moments that wouldn’t happen if I wasn’t who I am.

Most of the time I see the best in everyone and everything.  

There is little that can sway me from seeing a rainbow no matter the cirumstance.  

Take today for exampe.  It’s one of THOSE days ..... wet, VERY windy and yes, woeful. The colour GREY takes on new meaning when viewed on a day like this.  It validates the common perception that a lot of Kiwis have that NZ has more cloudy days than sunny ones.  I beg to differ.  We have an abundance of sunshiny days - I should know - I’m out there EVERY morning!

Today though there just isn’t enough sky for all the shades of grey that Mother Nature is unveiling.

When you have a hound like mine though, NO day is NOT rambleworthy.

There are many like-minded souls - hound souls that is - in my neck of the woods and the waves were full of them. Windy days whip up wonderful waves even when the tide’s retreating.  We had hound after hound LEAPING into the waves after balls and logs and Bandit doing his best to herd them to safety.  He takes his job very seriously does Bandit.

Even the Gulls and Skua were grounded.  The few that were in the waves and fossicking amongst the rocks were fluffed up like cotton wool balls.  It’s not often they look disconsolate about the weather.

The approaching storm eventually forced even us hardy souls of the beach so we took the hounds for breakfast

The weather might be grim but we were snug and warm.  They new French Café has overhead heaters and blankets on the chairs and is VERY friendly towards hounds.  Sam polished off the water belonging to the neighbouring hounds and promptly destroyed the water bowl too.  

It WASN’T the only one he managed to destroy this morning.

Both hounds shared my breakfast.  Carol had a very healthy breakfast which they weren’t as partial too.  Mine was far more appealing and I had constant nudges from Sam to remind me he was still there. My hound sat and ‘purred’ as I ate, her eyes glued to my every mouthful.

You are saving me some, aren't you?

Yes ... it WAS one of those will-of-the-wisp moments in time and it WASN’T only me that was left SMILING!

It can't possibly be time to go home, can it?

“Happiness is not something ready made.  It comes from your own actions.” 

~ 14th Dalai Lama

Playing around with the layout for my stall tomorrow ... 

Making mischief of one kind or another!

Happy Birthday Sam!!

It’s his first birthday today and we celebrated in style with a wet and muddy ramble at Waiatarua followed by breakfast at Nosh. 

Decadent breakfast!! 

French toast with roasted banana, berry compote and mascarpone cheese .... with piles of bacon.

I’m not a big fan of bacon with my french toast and fruit but that wasn’t a problem. I had two hounds alongside who assured me they didn’t mind helping. They’d polish off the bacon quicker than you could blink .... and they did .... with lip-smacking relish.

I love going to Waiatarua with Carol and Sam when it’s been raining. Sam looks so gorgeous and clean till we get there .... and then the fun begins!

It’s so easy to turn the wannabee chocolate hound brown. You just kick his ball into the mud time and time again and with enormous enthusiasm he ploughs through the mud, splashing it up in all directions, to retrieve the ball. The look of satisfaction on his face as he races back to us, ball in mouth, mud all over .... is priceless .... and so is the look on Carol’s face!

She’s given up trying to keep him clean when we ramble in Waiatarua. I guess I don’t help by kicking the ball into the mud .... it’s SO much fun making mischief!

There are plenty of humans with hounds at Waiatarua that need training .... the humans that is, not the hounds. I’ve lost count of the number of times another hound will take one of the rugby balls and race off with it and their human will be unable to get them to drop it. Today’s culprit was totally indifferent to her hound running of with the ball. She continued on her merry way WITH her hound WITH the ball. They make my blood boil, these untrained humans, so the less said about them the better.

We did get the ball back .... though I had to go and fetch it.

Onto something more pleasant ..... caffeine! My favourite tipple .... as Jess has discovered. Pete, the friendly sports-mad owner of the Village Co-op has SOLD the Co-op .... well .... the coffee side of it that is. They need to devote more time to the growth of Joshua’s Ice Cream so him and Josh are focusing on the ice-cream and Neil, the new Co-op owner, will run the coffee side. 

He’s bought into a great little business ..... they make marvelous coffee and the girls are always so pleasant and friendly .... hand-picked by Pete of course .... but they add so much to the coffee experience. The Co-op is a great asset to our little community so it’s nice to know the new owner is a resident in the village too.

Personally I think Pete just wants more time to loiter  .... he’s good at loitering ..... AND he wants more time to offer his rather BIASED opinion on all the sports we enjoy .... rugby and cricket specifically. I’m glad he’s not going anywhere .... our morning rambles wouldn’t be quite the same without Pete’s banter.

Such a magnificently vivid rainbow yesterday!

Double rainbow

Yesterday's rainbow reflected in the puddle .... too beautiful!

A different visitor to the beach yesterday ... a duck.