NoMyCat Chatty. He comes up in the morning to enjoy the sun on our front porch. Familiar. Too soon he jumps onto my knee for affection. I am won over by his diesel like purr and snuggles. The downside Our bird feeder is deserted. Instinct. Like that fear I have when there’s no wing mirrorContinue reading
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Why Do I Do This ?
Market Day. I know most people,A brief welcome chat. Sometimes news, often a wry mutter about the weather.Weather . . . Huh!Too windy for a bike ride ~ well, when riding out of town, with the wind behind, “Whoomph!” Coming home, grunt, pushAnd muttering, (Why do I do this?) Post your answers to:Grumpy Cyclist, ThamesYou couldContinue reading “Why Do I Do This ?”
Under the Redwoods.
Redwood trunks, straight , rising up and beyond sight.SilenceMy steps are barely heard on the forest floor.No birdsound ! And a rare delight – I don’t know where I am! Other people, ‘older’ like me, are always ready for a chat. Many are dog walkers. And there are dogs of many breeds and sizes. AtContinue reading “Under the Redwoods.”
When I Was Six
Yes, when I was six years old I learned to ride a two wheel bike. It was borrowed – balance, bravery and bruises. Now I am eighty six. I ride an E Bike. I bought it – for balance, There’s a wee bit of fear but so far no bruises. “Well you’re doing alright!” Insulting?Continue reading “When I Was Six”
That first coffee
The day has started, I’ve that that zip, that flair of enthusiasm. But, oh! The noise! Excellent coffee grinder, excellent hearing aids. Through the kitchen window I see sparrows feeding. Wild bird seed (and yesterday’s left over scones) On the days when I’m late I see them staring up at our kitchen window. Guilt. HowContinue reading “That first coffee”
Best storm we’ve had for a long time. Crack of thunder Bedroom lit up in a flash Turmoil, vibration,wonderful. People downtown comparing notes – dogs that couldn’t give a toss Dogs that did And for me A,strange feeling of calmness All night A joy to be part of it Water, lots of it, for aContinue reading
It’s My Folding E Bike
It folds in half I can tuck it in the back of my car And follow my grandkids when the they go mountain biking. Follow them for a while. Dangerous stuff mountain biking. For a grandpa. Grandpas topple over easily enough without the help of tree roots, ruts in the path and the slippery bits.Continue reading “It’s My Folding E Bike”
From 1928 to EBikes
I’m looking from our Kopu Bridge Looking at the original bridge, the only, still operational swing bridge in NZ. A kids we bounced over that one lane bridge, on our way to a camping holiday in Coromandel. Small car, family of six, summer optimism. Seventy plus years later I’d be riding an E Bike, staring,Continue reading “From 1928 to EBikes”
Wanderer
Happy wanderer On a bike No traffic threats, no traffic noise. A distant tractor rolling hay wrapped in green plastic. In my day it was a haystack ~ “Dont you go climbing over your uncle’s hay stack, he’ll have to rebuild it. Poor man he’s not getting any younger” The older Uncle got, the moreContinue reading “Wanderer”
Thames, New Zealand.
It’s home, we all speak the same language, a reasonable climate, a small country – we don’t have to travel long distances. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?
