today is filled with wind and rain in a season meant for sun. but yesterday i spent some time communing with trees trying to recall if they were maple, oak or elm and was pleased when i identified birch by its trunk.
and when the path went through native new zealand bush, there were two feathered tails, chirping and flicking their fans from branch to branch as if i wasn’t there, and a tui perched unbothered not a meter from my face black with iridescent blue flashing in the sun.
but even on this stormy day, i looked out my kitchen window and saw a single sunflower peeking bravely over the fence from my neighbour’s garden and he doesn’t even know i adore their golden rays.
Heather Pound 