My Apologies

After reading over the posts I’ve written, I feel the need to apologize, not only to my readers, but also and especially to the indescribable land-meets-seascape of New Zealand. 

Although my posts recite some of the things we’ve done, they do little to capture the sights, scents and sounds of this paradise. I may be at a loss to achieve this, other much better authors have certainly tried. But, if I were to give it a go,I might try to explain…

~The way the ferns, pines, palms and grasses overlap, falling in on each other, creating a patchwork of deep, bright green that blankets the mountains for miles around.
~How the sun and sky play on the sea, as if God is turning a handful of giant turquoise jewels, the movement and glints of color captivating you, catching your breath.
~How the evening clouds, smudged pinky-orange from the heat of the setting sun, hang low over the ocean, mimicking a distant mountain range.
~The milky-blue of the hydrangeas, huddled together in giant bunches on footpaths and in courtyards.
~The way the trails of regenerating bush close in on you, beckoning you into leafy dark spaces where the air is fresh and damp, spaces that beg low voices, soft treading.
~How the sandy white sheep cock their heads and stare curiously as you come up the path, only to turn tail and scuttle up the paddock when you get too close.
~The salty fog, caught between the sea and alps, capping the mountains in a hazy cloud that will burn off before mid-morning.

But, on second thought, perhaps it is better to hold my tongue than to chance misrepresentation. Instead I think I’ll leave it to your vivid imagination, hoping your dreams will bring you here to share it with us.