Whananaki
This post was inspired by Jacq who, knowing how uninspired I felt, suggested that I write about feeling uninspired. Well, that just didn't inspire me at all. There's nothing inspirational about feeling uninspired. Having said that, her suggestion did give me a little shove which resulted in my posting this image. Oh yes, there is a magnificent Liquid Amber tree specimen, looking thoroughly autumnal, on the grass verge outside my property and very fortunately for me, highly visible from my window. Quite inspiring really.
Photograph/Richard and Judy Coldicutt
posted by Adagio at 4:00 pm
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YAY. Thanks. It's late and I'm still trying to hash something together for tomorrow - this is a welcome interlude.
Dare I ask how old that pick is?
And on the same vein - can I bring myself to count how many years it is since I was last there?
I wonder if it has changed much...
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To answer your question Jacq, the Whananaki photograph was taken earlier this year. Did you notice who was responsible for it?
It must be at least 22 years since I was last there. Utterly strange, the way a place can be so strongly integral to one's life for a significant period of time.... And then, whoosh, gone. I guess that's where memory comes in.
Good to see you posting again.
I remember planting a liquid amber here in the valley years ago — possibly 20 years ago. I assume it's still there.
Time is too strange, too utterly weird, to be comprehensible. But then, if you think hard enough, most things are incomprehensible. Or maybe that's just me.
Pete, 'posting'? You are too kind. But thankyou.
I love liquid amber trees! The one outside my house was 1 m high when I arrived here 20 years ago. It is very tall now.
No, it's not just you. Most things are(italicise this) incomprehensible. They really are.
Yes, I did note the name.
Wonder how they are...
Looks like it hasn't changed much, unless there are palatial monstrosities out of frame... I remember going there for the first time on a family holiday when i was 12 years old. Quite a few 'ex' Exclusive brethren owned baches there, including my aunt and uncle.
Do you remember that the liquid amber was originally a bonsai gone wrong experiment by P.s father and that we released it into the garden when we lived there?
Jacq, no I did not remember the story about the experimental bonsai liquid amber, because I did not even know the story. My gloriously proud liquid amber has a history. How wonderful! I will delight in telling others about its lucky escape from a hobbled existence. Phew, that was a close one. And I keep thinking of Fred Dagg's song 'We Don't Know How Lucky We Are'.
I see that you've changed your photograph. Three cheers from me. It's a goody that one.
By the way, R and J are as bubbling with life as they ever were. They visited me here with their 17-year-old son William, who looked so much like R it's astounding. And he is just as social and personable as his parents. If ever you find yourself in Perth, let me know and I'll give you their address. Incidentally, R is teaching tertiary level art and J has a publish your copying landscape gardening business.
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