It’s a beau­ti­ful day

NZ Lifestyle Block - - From The Editor - Www.nzlifestyle­ www.face­ lifestyle­block BY NADENE HALL

It’s a beau­ti­ful day. There’s a very grumpy old cat on one side of my chair, whin­ing in­cessently at the dog. The dog is look­ing per­plexed at his dis­dain. Grumpy cat’s brother is sit­ting in my lap, oc­ca­sion­ally let­ting off stink bombs so po­tent I’ve had to dab the odd tear from rommy my eye eye.

The win­dow to my left is streaked with mud (thanks dog), mix­ing in with the dirt on the porch to form a paw-print mo­saic (thanks again dog). There’s patchy grass, and a half-fin­ished re­tain­ing wall, soil slowly drib­bling from be­hind it and creep­ing over the lawn. The naked trees look like they’ve given up and are hang­ing their heads.

Ev­ery­where I turn I see work and I wish for a fairy god­mother to wave her wand and make it all neat and tidy, fin­ished and pretty. Un­for­tu­nately, as a very wise woman once told me, there is no magic wand, and the odds of me be­ing able to buy neat, tidy, fin­ished and pretty are one in 3.8 mil­lion, or for the powerball op­tion, one in 38 mil­lion. Time for a change of per­spec­tive. It’s a beau­ti­ful day. There’s a slinky cat sit­ting on one side of me, chat­ter­ing away about his life. The dog is try­ing her best to be a good lis­tener. On my lap is the slinky cat’s fluffy brother, us­ing all of his in­su­lat­ing prop­er­ties to keep me as warm as toast.

The win­dow to my left is one my Un­cle Graham hand-crafted out of cedar, set in a wall that my Dad and I built straight and true us­ing a 100-year-old plumb line that be­longed to his grandad. Through it I can see the ver­dant grass on the lawn, the fruit trees I’ve nursed from tiny to tall, all set against a ce­lanese sap­phire sky.

It’s a beau­ti­ful day.

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