Haiku has this rather phantasmagorical property: that we always suppose we ourselves can write such things easily. (Roland Barthes)
The end of the first week of the new year. I’m rattling around quite happily on my own in a big old house in Petone – a nice change from my little council flat in Wellington city.
This morning, after digging dandelions from the front lawn, I rehabilitated a handsome, moss-encrusted trough and planted the half-dozen lettuce seedlings I’d got a few days ago at a garden centre in Karori … which is where I captured images of some dramatic red Japanese maples (acer palmatum).
Envied by us all,
Turning to such loveliness
Red leaves that fall.