No photos today and a sad day. What do you say to a son who has just lost a friend? How do you console a 21 year old? Hold him close, be there as he cries, listen when he’s ready to talk. My beautiful boys. Kia kaha.
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Team photo minus Nathaniel. The Connected Learning Advisory in Wellington.
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Hui in Wellington. Good to get together with the team and have some interesting korero about our mahi. Even better to get out of a stuffy meeting room and get some fresh air with a blast up to the Botanics.
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A very frosty morning at the lake today but it was good to be able to start running in the light as the sun rose. The sharp blue sky of Hamilton gave way to increasing cloud as I flew South. Even through the murky yellowness of the plane window Ngarahoe shone resplendent enrobed in snow. It was a bumpy old descent into Wellington but the wind roared and hissed and had blown itself and the rain away before we headed out to sample the craft beer delights of Beervana.
So today’s photos tell a story of winter weather and warming beer!
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The sun was out today but there was a biting wind down at the hockey turf.
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Aonghas has come of age – first school ball. My baby is growing up into a handsome young man.
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An early start to the day so that I could take an hour or so at lunchtime and make the most of being on the road. So instead of a morning run round the lake in the Tron I had a lunchtime run around the ‘windows’ at Karangahake Gorge. The way that nature has reclaimed it’s place from the industry and technology of the 19th century just fascinates me. It is a stunning landscape and a reminder of the temporary nature of man’s impact on the environment.
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A gift came today. CC junkie, that’s me! Love the sharing!
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These plants are seen as weeds here as they grow so voraciously but their purple summer colour reminds us of when we first arrived in New Zealand. They line the centre strips of dual carriageway and grass verges. In winter the seed pods remain, long abandoned by their seeds but beautiful in their starkness and their dry winter brownness. I spotted these silhouetted against the cloudy winter sky and the white picket fence.
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I could almost believe Spring was here… Sunshine and daffodils in the garden..just in time for Daffodil day. But the forecast is for cold, wet weather over the next couple of days – what will be rain here will be snow in the mountains. Nature always finds a way to show its beauty though. I’ve always loved Hellebores – delicate but strong.
