Autumn stroll
Visitors to the bay eat ice-cream in autumn (a fancy nemonic for ?)
Sneaking up on things, sidling up and pouncing (softly) is my preferred way to do a lot of things: cleaning the bathroom, refilling jars of herbs and spices, going for walks and writing. While I enjoy plans, some things are more fun if I potter into them. I get to them sooner.
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I got myself out the door today by stealth, sneaking my trainers on and creeping out the door. And then I’m outside..it’s good out here..good and green on a quiet, still, grey autumn day.
At the park, even in puffer jacket weather, people are eating ice-creams. A father and his small son bike towards the shared pathway, two cars slow to keep them safe. With time and energy, and the son a bit older - they could bike all the way around the harbour to the city. Yesterday, the Ngauranga to Petone cycleway opened. On a windless grey Saturday, the new pathway was busy with walkers and cyclists. On a fine day, it will be teaming with people, zooming along, strolling along, wheel-chairing along - making their way. Today it’s a short walk for me, down to the park, across the playing fields and along the sandy pebbly beach. On my way home I’m amply rewarded: two fallen avocados from the long grass by the side of the road; a group of kids in fancy dress, spilling down to the street from a birthday party, forming teams for races along the side street.
This, if it was a physical post card, could be written from a seat in the park. A small dog might come up to say hello. Penny, the black Papillon-Chihuahua cross who sniffed my fingers at the beach the other day. Or Steve, our local celebrity cat. I’d carry the post-card to the post-box, an offering, postage stamp pre-affixed and drop it in with a blessing…It’s been a while, but soon it will arrive in your letter box. Imagined yet real. Brought to you by stealth-post. A postcard from home.
Thank you reading Postcards from Home 🌿 Your comments and likes are always appreciated. The wind beneath my trainers (sneakers) 💜 Wishing you gentle autumn-ing.
It’s never to cold for an ice-cream at the park
Lovely to hear your thoughts, walk with you again... gorgeous aubergine purples