Our lovely granddaughter Grace is visiting from Brisbane.
Brisbane is usually a place where the weather is warm, often too hot. Wellington is a place where anything can happen and usually does. Sure enough, on her first full day in New Zealand, Wellington turned on rain and driving win to 100 km/h. Nevertheless, her local cousins were as delighted as we are to see her here. The daylight, such as it was, was coming to an end and I though I had better venture outside to make a picture. The three flax heads near the front door were bouncing about in strange unison under the lash of the wind.
At this time of year, as the flax flowers reach their peak, they are a joy to have in the garden as the tui comes looking for nectar, dipping its long tongue down the tubes of each bloom.
For many years now, since our children have left home, Mary has marked the Christmas season, no with a Christmas tree, but with a crib representing the birth of Jesus in Bethlehem. The central figures in her setup are some delightfully simple nativity figures mad of simply draped fabric. The artist who created the figures is Cheryl Nevill from Blenheim. Mary sets it up each year, and as far as I can tell the grandchildren love it, though they are a little puzzled by the absence of traditional symbols of Christmas celebration such as the tree and lights. Presents are arrayed at the foot of the table on which the nativity scene is set up. That’s how we do it. I borrowed the central figures and made this picture.
And now the sun is shining.
- “We Three Kings of Orient Are” by the Rev John Henry Hopkins