Tis a moment and mood I share, this hour.
For I am plying the revered "Speed Track" @ Pukeiti Rhododendron park, not 6 km from Foxglove.
The day is brisk and sunny, only the forest denizens and the occasional park gardener join me in my slow passage through the high alpine pathways.
Two shaky legs and a sturdy cane propel me forth, up hill down Dale through the remarkable beauty of the place. All the while healing the great wrent in my abdomen, fostering the re plumbing of my gizzard, rebuilding the muscular atrophy of my early weeks of prone recovery.
So good for the spirit, these days of lonely communion with the wilderness, the breeze and the birdcall.
Each day, a little further, each hill, a little higher.....all the way, every day, a celebration of life.

M@Foxglove,Taranaki.NZ

The glue that keeps your eyes shut
yes
I could do with some of that.

We see
are seen,
we will and have been and it all looks a muchness
when locked into a dream,
but the key
yes
the key is you or me or them and them could be a ten
and wouldn't that be perfect?

He rambles on and gets nowhere which is somewhere if that's where you want to be.

I have been there, had tea and been seen there and there's nothing there to write home about unless you want to moan about it.

Anyway we have to wake up to stake our claim on the day
almost as if it's a gold mine which I suppose every day is.