It is a new day, a new month and a new year and it certainly is about time that I wrote here once again. Much time and many events have passed since I last sat down and put my thoughts down on these "pages". I won't bother going over most as they have been and gone - what is the use of rehashing old events?
But today is a new year. A traditional time of refreshing and renewing. Not one in which I make all kinds of rash Resolutions, though. Not ones which others will hear about, at least! We all like to think that the New Year will help us to become better and wiser etc, but it takes dedicated and honest commitment to change. Commitment that needs to last beyond the first few days, or even weeks, of the New Year. Do I have that kind of commitment right now? Maybe, but perhaps not to make ALL the changes I would like to see in myself. So slowly, slowly wins the race. So slowly even the tortoise may be considered an olympic sprinter!
So, what has been happening chez "Roselea" lately? Something good happened right before Christmas - I won a giveaway on Amanda's Small Acorns blog! You can surely imagine how thrilled I was! See below for the lovely parcel I received:
Aren't they gorgeous? Everything was wrapped individually in either tissue paper or brown paper and string (how long did THAT take??) when it arrived. The little packet of pegs and string (bottom right) is now on my wall with Christmas cards (including the one Amanda sent with the parcel) dangling from it. The bird, mushrooms and heart are all hanging on the Christmas tree (I so love ornaments that aren't the usual mass-produced commercial type) and the little pixie looks so cute propping up a photo on a shelf. The sweet little notebook and pencil are waiting for just the right inspiration to come before they are used. Now wasn't that a great parcel?
And speaking of parcels, I also received a very unexpected Christmas surprise (a cute sheep tea towel) from a blogging friend (you know who you are!). Thank you so much! I never expect to get presents but it is always nice when I do. :)
Christmas was a busy time for me with all my family here either for a meal on Christmas Day or on Boxing Day (or both). The weather was beautiful and meant that the little ones were able to get outside and play with the t-ball set and the water guns they had been given. I love seeing kids, both young and old, running around and having fun together.
New Year's Eve was spent going to Dunedin to help our daughter move her larger, heavier furniture into the flat she will be living in this year. As it was another beautiful warm, sunny day we took the "long" way home by going on a tiki tour - first of all around the Otago Peninsular...
I didn't take many photos yesterday but this one is looking down the Otago Harbour from about halfway along the south side of the Peninsular.
At the farthest tip of the northern side of the Peninsular is a lovely little place called Aramoana, made famous because of a rather unfortunate massacre there in 1990. The above photo looks across one of the lovely beaches at Aramoana towards the soth side of the Peninsular.
Once we had travelled both sides of the Peninsular we headed up the Northeast Valley and over the old road up Mt Cargill bypassing much of the motorway. Coming out at Waitati onto the main highway we then turned east a few kms further north at Evansdale and followed the coastline going through Seacliff and past where the old mental hospital was. Beautiful seaviews all the way along the windy road which crossed the railway line so many times I lost count. We turned back to SH1 once more at Karitane, where my parents lived when my sister was born many moons ago.
We stayed on the main road then, stopping at Hampden for their famous fish and chips which we ate on the beach watching the waves and the camping folk busily building a campfire for their New Year's celebrations. From there we headed straight home, happy but tired.
Traditionally, we go to Timaru to watch the fireworks at New Year but this time we were too tired from our travels (are we getting old?) and so stayed home like a boring old couple. Oh well, maybe fireworks next year?