There must be a reason

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There must be a reason for rivers to flow.
For beautiful trees and flowers to grow.
And why have the birds wings to fly?
There must be a reason why.

The changes from season to season,
The dawning that brings the new day.
These wonders must all have a reason,
It was intended that way.

So sang Frankie Lane eons ago. If you are not old enough to remember the singer or this song click here. Oh sure it’s a love song, but I wanted to write today about not only the changes from season to season but the changes from day to day.

If you read yesterday’s blog (what there was of it) you will know I was close to retreating into my cave. Now today I am my usual self and ready to take on the challenges of being over 70 in today’s fast-moving world.

Yesterday the sun shone and it was a good day to take my small dog for a walk along the beach. I was in Petone having lunch with a friend and a walk along that deserted beach was a great idea. Where else in the world would you find a beach this deserted on a public holiday?

Lotte (the Tibetan Spaniel) enjoyed the change of scene and it certainly lifted my spirits.

Petone is a thriving suburb of Lower Hutt City, Wellington’s nearest neighbor. On the shore is a memorial built to commemorate the arrival of the first New Zealand Company Settlers on Pito-one’s shores on 22nd January 1840. Serving also as a bathing pavilion, the Wellington Provincial Centennial Memorial became the heart of Petone’s thriving beach scene.

Petone beach wasn’t thriving yesterday though. But it was just great for a solitary walk accompanied only by my best friend.

And then the camera batteries died and as it was Good Friday, none of the shops were open. We have strange laws about Easter here. Coffee shops and restaurants can be open on Good Friday and Easter Sunday, as can gas stations but not Supermarkets, electrical/hardware shops or Garden Centers. Go figure!

Photo: Charles Adshead. Collection of Petone Settlers Museum

So now to today. And here is the rainbow I’ve been looking for

The rain has gone

Easter Saturday. All shops are open now that I don’t need them. Batteries are recharged so the camera can operate once again.

The day dawned as overcast and threatening to rain. So once again no gardening. How sad! If I was a real gardener I would go out for a couple of hours. But the weeds will still be there tomorrow or the next day.

Anyway, a friend and her son and his family came to visit. Her son lives way down in the south island and so we don’t get to see them often. But he and his sister grew up with my family and his sister is one of my surrogate daughters.

Now they have left. So what next? Once again I am spoiled with choice of what to do (having decided what not to do).

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The chicken is in the pot making stock for soup. And now I ask myself what soup to make. But I know I shall make Mulligatawny soup.

The books are in a pile just waiting for me to get at them.

Lotte escaped this morning and is now looking for me to take her for her walk. But I think she will have to take her ‘escapologist adventure ‘ as her walk for today.

The fire is alight and looking so inviting – perhaps I shall just read a book while I wait for the stock to be ready. In fact, I know that is what I have decided to do.

And here is a particular favorite quote. Enjoy.

“Next time a sunrise steals your breath or a meadow of flowers leaves you speechless, remain that way. Say nothing, and listen as heaven whispers, “Do you like it? I did it just for you.” — Max Lucado, 1955 – best-selling author and writer and preacher