At 3.30 this morning Jarvis had a long & involved conversation with the moon. He had woken for a feed at 3, happily been tucked back into his cot, and after lying there for a couple of minutes gazing around the room, started his conversation.
The full moon was on Sunday, so the moon is still nice & big & round, and last night's clear sky meant that around 3.30am the vineyard was completely lit up...and our somewhat dodgy venetian blinds couldn't stop the silver light sneaking into the bedroom.
What on earth could Jarvis & the Moon be discussing at 3.30 in the morning?
- Maybe they were discussing the tides, and how a rock in the sky can control so much water
- Maybe he was asking why it's so very hard to sleep when the moon is full?
- Maybe he was getting a bit of first hand knowledge about the moon & how it helps things grow (Hey, the kid lives in the middle of a biodynamic vineyard. It's to be expected!)
- Maybe he was thanking the moon for making everything look so silvery & pretty
Whatever it was, he was chattering away for about forty five minutes, giggling and laughing, blowing bubbles, then he said goodnight, let out a big sigh, and fell asleep again...
Two cats, guarding the fireplace. Not often you'll see them side by side, very strange indeed...
Such marvellous shundies! All blue & stripey & soft... Jarvis is practising some yoga moves here.
Slightly fuzzy photo, but the expression on this child is just superb...What on earth is going through his mind?
I've always called Jarvis my bunny...so when we were in Manawatu we figured we should get a picture of him in Bunnythorpe. Just for entertainment. It was really really bright so not the best pics (that's why we're not looking at the camera!), he's dressed in his favourite beagle boys pjs...
I was remembering our time in Central Otago this morning, and started thinking about my friend Dorothy. Dorothy was the best chicken in the world. She turned up on our doorstep one morning, after rambling through an orchard filled with peaches, nectarines, apricots and other goodies...She was the biggest chicken I'd ever laid eyes on. She was a friendly chicken, you could pick her up & give her a pat, she'd sit beside me outside in the sunshine & keep me company when I was home & Shane was at work.
Her visits became more frequent. Each morning we'd get up, go out to the lounge of our dilapidated cottage, and see her silhouette lurking on the other side of the frosted glass front door. We'd open the door, and in she'd waddle, gobbling up the crumbs from our toast. (she was a good chicken & never left a mess of any sort!).
The day before we left town, she came down as usual, came inside, and laid the biggest egg I've ever seen in the corner of the lounge. A special parting gift. We ate it on the beach in Amberley as we camped our way up to the North Island...it was so big it wouldn't even fit in the egg carton, and as yellow as the sun.
Lovely...
