The countdown begins, three weeks tommorow George and I brave the coronavirus mania and fly to Texas…in the meantime…
It was a weekend spent with my lovely cousin and her furbabies. Leonburgers lounging at the bathhouse, a saturday morning of fun and fur. Shampooed, rinsed and blow waved as all girls need from time to time and smelling like roses…
And on that note, Russell Rose is flowering again. He is the only plant to flourish in this abnormally dry spell we are having in New Zealand. I think I almost killed him with love (and water), now just getting the odd misty drizzle and the March humidity he is blooming (literally). All the other pots have all but given up, knowing that in three weeks they will be emptied and stowed away for the winter. I will need to find a good babysitter for Russell Rose over the winter as I take off to warmer climes.
But, seriously, this corona virus is putting a bit of a damper on travel plans. As so many are cancelling their trips, the airlines are cutting out flight routes and limiting the options for this Maltese Kiwi to get to the homeland. Maybe people will start to rethink the panic actions once all the toilet paper is sold out…and go in search of a more relaxed environment. We will take all care and precaution, continue to wash our hands and keep our distance from the snuffly sneezers on the way.
Meanwhile in the camp, this endless summer has expediated the production of the Kiwi Feijoa fruit…
These guys are just dropping from the tree in masses on a daily basis and make a much healthier after dinner snack than my usual 2 or 7 chocolate biscuit habit.
The family is all gathering at Waiwera, just in time to wave me goodbye, Jaxon and Steph are moving up this weekend in preparation to move into their home behind Dans house. I’ll be locking up the cottage and keeping some days available for weekends and December… This little seaside camp is getting quiet and everyone is leaving for their fixed abodes or overseas adventures.
All who wander are not Lost girls 