Trees. Sheep's bums and bombs.
Do me a favour,. It is lovely to get comments to these missives but it would be lovely if you didn't post anonymously, I could then at least reply. I really would like to know who the comment has come from. It has happened twice. *************************** The few highlights of the last few months include one little low light which I don't really expect to affect us much. I'm too old. We've have lived here for 3 years in blissful serenity of the country side with open fields or paddocks as the kiwis prefer to call them. Space and even more open space. We walk to the top of the hill from our front door and see expansive views of snow capped mountains and little tarns with mirror like reflections. As we walked down, Ali bent and pulled out a little pine tree seedling and cursed "bloody wildings, I'll get rid of that", as she yanked it out and tossed it over the fence. Then we looked up and the entire hillside was in...