Just a short stroll down our driveway and here she is.
here is Poppy hiding behind the lamb.
I prefer them running over the paddocks.
However Muriel loved her lambs, and they stayed.
Felicity seldom curled up on Muriel’s bed but here she is resting comfortably on one of the many hand knitted rugs, This one was done for a cat, which one I am not sure, but when Finn had his knitted, there was a small “F’ sewn in, with a different coloured wool in one corner.
The view from a friend’s farm is right across to the Central Plateau. It snows here in the winter, sometimes as many as 25 good falls.
Barren country, and close to Waiouru Army Camp. On a quiet day you can hear the Army Guns as the troops assemble and get in some training.
Kevin braved the cold and wet as He and Hugh went up Takapari Road, all metal and .often huge washouts on the way to the “ A Frame” a sturdy DOC hut almost at the top.
Felicity has this look most of the time and is very much a
“ One Man Cat” and in our home that means Hugh.
Our days are busy, with many arrangements, and today as Hugh sorted out some photos of his Mum, Poppy came in and slept on the carpet nearby.This is something she does not do,
maybe she realised he needed some comforting.The phone is busy, thank goodness for the modern wonders of email, broadband, and document editing at the touch of a button.
The families from overseas and the far south will arrive next weekend, and there will be tearful greetings.
Quotation of the day from Shakespeare,
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past.
Cheers from Jean.