It’s allegedly spring.
We expect spring to be quirky and unpredictable. We expect the odd gale or two. Sustained bad weather is outside the normal pattern. Yesterday’s Nor’Wester was fairly vigorous, and the ponga tree on the front lawn was lashing wildly about.
Wind always makes me want to see what it looks like on the water. I went to Evans’ Bay and the wind was even stronger there. However, in contrast to a Southerly,which has had thousands of miles of Southern Ocean in which to construct mighty waves, the Northerlies in the harbour have a mere six km to play with and tend to rip the tops off the waves and to provide a viciously flattened harbour that hisses and spits but doesn’t aspire to any great heights.
Back at home, the poor little kowhai bush (the one where the three kereru harvested all the blossoms a few weeks ago) was writhing in the ongoing lash of the wind. The ornamental flaxes on either side put up a stiff resistance but they always seem to survive.
Inside the porch at the back door, the rain on the glass summarised the day nicely.
*So I smiled. And sure enough things got worse.
No improvement today either.