Family.

Just a picture of almost everyone at Nana's post funeral afternoon tea. Mum wanted to wear red, so she did (smile).

Mum and I have matching zips down our fronts.. just noticed that... I miss her.

It's a little warmer today --> 7 degrees Celsius; tropical.

Winter Still

Winter Still by kclarion featuring a cotton cardigan
just so cold.

Christmas gifting, wardrobe face-lifting, little clouds a - drifting and here she goes!

I made a few Christmas gifts by hand this year. One as a secret santa for a man I had never met, knowing only his name and that he was a postie and one for my friend who consequently has two first names like the character Ricky Bobby in Taladega Nights... I was and still am quite proud of them and think I just might have to make a little flag type message of my own to hang on my walls (which are starting to become cluttered this little room of mine!)

After a wonderful holiday back in New Zealand I was treated to some lovely gifts from my lovely brother and his also very lovely lady friend. In my waves of jetlag, sudden alertness when one should be sleeping on this side of the world led me to play dress ups in my gifts and thrifts that I accumulated in NZ.

 

And finally, this morning, in my moments of contentment I did a little sky gazing as the sun crept onto my blinds and I thought; my oh my, what a sight for sore eyes. England is not all grey, and I am not sad to be so all far away (from where I have just come, as I think something might have just begun... and is in motion ever still... and they call it life or so I hear!)

Family farmland, hardy heartland, nothing more in need.

A few days in paradise on my parents most beautiful land.. a heaped handful of luxury and all the animals at hand. Moments with the chickens, and gratitude from the goats. Grunting from the pigs and water-lacking moats.

It is honest to say, my family and friends are never to be kept at bay, but if only by land, surely never by my heart nor by my hand.

 

Brother Ben and I... and Beronika aka Bird-Ronika.

Tribute.

My Nana died while I was flying from England, across Asia and over to New Zealand.

Her funeral is tomorrow and I am singing 'Harbor Lights' by The Platters but an acoustic version accompanied by the humble guitar of which my cousin is graciously going to play for me.

My Grandad used to play and sing it to Nana, and so, I will sing it to her tomorrow, for as far as I know, she liked hearing it quite a bit.

It still feels rather surreal to be honest. As I hadn't seen her for nearly a year. So I have no idea how I might react tomorrow.

'Harbor lights'

I long to hold you near and kiss you just once more

But you were on the ship and I was on the shore

Now I know lonely nights, for all the while my heart is whisp'ring

Some other Harbor Lights will bring you back to me