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#4140 little stories

photo : when the ducks think they are gods, they transform Nelson botanical gardens in an Impressionist painting. 

It was the hour of silence at dusk. I ask him: « Who do you think you are? » In his eyes, deep as the secrets of the ocean, a spark of defiance: « I think I am God », in his firm, inflexible, unwavering voice « like old stones ». But I remain silent, for the gods are many and faith, well, is ephemeral. The wind whispered through the sheets stories of forgotten deities, of power lost in the sands of time. And you, a mere mortal, enveloped in your grandeur, did not touch my soul. I have seen gods fall, I have seen their temple crumble, and your proclamation, good Heavens, was but a whisper in the vastness of the night.

#3073 little stories

photo : The Grove, Clifton, Golden Bay

I spent a few days in Pohara, Goden Bay, two hours from Nelson. Several things brought me back: the sea, the walk nearby at  The Grove, a forest resembling  Jurassic Park, dotted with gigantic limestone rocks, the rock formations typical  of the coast. For the second time I went for a walk in The Grove the forest seemed filled with mysterious profiles carved in the rocks, as well as in the trees and I can understand how many fantastic legends could have emerged from time passed there. Maybe you will see those mysterious faces too.

#3011 simple news (5)

It took me a long time to get used to the holidays in the southern hemisphere, because everything about that time of year is bound to be dark, snowy, cold, etcetera. After many years, however, I got used to living this time of year in a summery, lighter atmosphere, at least when I arrived. The consumer society has since caught up and we see a little more of everything. I find it difficult to join the brouhaha. I continue to live as usual and enjoy all that Nelson has to offer, including, given its temperature and long hours of sunshine, all kinds of produce, which almost all Nelsonians grow around their house. In times of plenty, they put the surplus on the sidewalk and passers-by help themselves,  it is free, or you can buy it in exchange for a few dollars left in a small box. Depending on the season, I can stock up on fejoas, plums, apples, pears, figs, lemon, grapefruit, oranges, tangerines, etcetera, and each time it fills me with  joy. Yesterday on my morning walk, a table on the sidewalk caught my eye. There were bags of walnuts, wrapped in transparent paper and golden ribbon, a small label stating that they were organic nuts from a tree planted in 1892, and it was free. I forgot to take a picture of these wrappers, but thought it was a great display of the Christmas spirit.