Walking with the bassets is one of my favourite things to do. It’s even more pleasurable in a autumnal morning sun. The dreadful weather we’ve had today has reminded me that basset walking in the next few months is more likely to be under heavy cloud, driving rain and gales that lift the basset ears in ways they would rather not happen. This picture makes me smile – basset tales upright and big basset looking at himself on the fence.
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It never ceases to amaze me how nature finds a way of living in harmony. If these toadstools were humans there would be a great deal of pushing and shoving until the log was pushed out of the way. Instead these fungi have found a snug place against the log to live out their short life.
I’ve been engrossed in work this week where there is plenty of pushing and shoving within organisations. It seems that working in harmony is some outdated ideal with more energy and resources directed to competition, individual needs and political correctness. The upside of course is that such behaviours keep me gainfully employed. I would however prefer it if people would quit the dog eat dog mentality. If nothing else, it’s wearing me out.
It looks like a chainsaw massacre has hit Tunnel Gully. Lots of the trees felled for what reason I know not why. This one looked like it was ripped from the ground during felling. Seeing it like this seemed like it had it’s heart ripped out. All those years of growing only to be hacked down in a moment. Seemed a shame to me although I’m sure the park ranger will give me a whole list of reasons why it had to be this way.
As the days go by the autumn flush grows. Only a few weeks ago the leaves on this tree were burning gold. Now they’re showing off their fiery reds. The dry weather seems to be making the leaf peeping more spectacular this year. Not quite a rendition of a New England fall but not far off in a small key, ever so kiwi kind of way.
Seeing some tomatoes had ripened brought new levels of delight to the kitchen garden. The mild weather and autumn sunshine has given the tomato plants one last chance to perform this year. The next step is to dig them up and hang them upside down in the barn as a last ditch effort to get them to ripen. Just in case I’ve been researching green tomato chutneys so not all our growing efforts will go to waste.
Watching a basset sniffing is like a canine vacuum cleaner at work. It’s such a shame that Fortnum has not mastered the technique fully as to be able to be a little more helpful around the house. After all it’s mainly his debris I clean up every day. The only saving grace is that after drinking water your floor does get a damp ear mop once over. That is before the water is sprayed at high velocity all up the walls. Still, watching a basset sniffing is still a pastime you can’t help but love.
Blissfully unaware that the Capital City of New Zealand’s power was shut down today I was caught out on the commuter run. It’s not a good look amongst the local commuterati to be left standing on the platform without a ride home. With vast amounts of technology at hand you’d think that that would never be the case. Mental note. Don’t leave cell phone in office. Seems power was restored after a couple of hours but not before the majority of shops and workers had made a getaway early.
It’s hard to resist the cacophony of colours appearing around us now that autumn is really getting into it’s stride. We in Upper Hutt can however enjoy the reflections of autumn all year round through a street sculpture. Like the people walking down Russell Street this sculpture is part of an effort to spruce up the town. I admit the first time I saw this sculpture I thought it was a clever promotional tool of a local electrical retailer as the sculpture is located right outside their store and the colours are conspicuously similar.
I have since found out that the sculpture has a better pedigree of artistic endevour. I like its seasonal inspiration.
I was reminded this morning of an autumn holiday we took in Tuscany over 10 years ago. Bright morning sunshine and deep autumn mists. The colours all around were bright with vivid yellows and reds The landscape still dry from the beating of summer sun. On closer investigation of our fledgling oak trees you can see all the colours of autumn as the leaves start to die back for the winter. There are people long into the future that will get the benefit of our oaks but for now it’s a joy to see them in all their spindly yet colourful glory.