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A heart that's open is ready for the changes that will always come......

YaYa Sisters- a failed attempt to send to blog from email....

Yes I tried to send some great cartoons I saw in an email to my blog but it didn't work. Will stick to posting something else..

The best day in the world

I think it was yesterday when I went to Sarah's house and we ate homemade orange cake with whipped cream followed by freshly brewed coffee. I love home baking.
Or it could be tomorrow because I may just go out for a walk and take a photograph of a Tui or Keruru and get really happy about that.. Oh I'm trying to be positive about winter but there is a cold southerly blast racing through and that changes everything. I have great winter clothes but no job, so can't rely on the boss's heat pump..
Going to take our mother to the Royal New Zealand Ballet production of 'Carmen' on 8 July with my sister Liz. That's providing wee Adam doesn't decide to grow some teeth and is howling about something, which he never does cause he's a real cool addition to the planet. Born 01 01 10.. That's really a triple 1, triple 0, baby. Happy as a sandfly in a sand dune...  What would a millenium bug mean to him if it came around again?
Hmmn must do some reading about downsizing photo's for this blog. Have some nice ones..
Random!
Bonnita's word of the month 'brutal'
Over and out

May music month, my birthday month, mumble rain mumble weather, May 31st

Sitting in the lounge by the fire in Mangawhai, it's warm and the rain is pouring down outside. There is no place to take off your shoes so run inside the door and take your shoes off, put them by the fire to dry.. that's the 'Winterless North'  for you, in fact it's the wet wet north when it can be very splodgy..

Canterbury Folk Festival Easter 2009 - a birds eye view

Way back in the day's on yon (1991) I went to my first Canterbury Folk Festival at Loburn. It's a festival still fondly remembered and discussed for the rich diversity of talent and the activities of all who braved the sunny clear days and the wintry Ice cool nights (which of course is a rather good excuse for the imbibing of the well known elixir Laphfroig, who cares about the spelling, it's like an internal hottie when you need it).

Anyway, this years festival was wonderful and as always the incredible weather during the day meant that some chairs were empty in the afternoons as there were water holes and adventure playgrounds and just purely 'waking up and dressing' activities to attend to. Not to mention the brilliant impromptu jams that roll out every second by those diehards who literally live in the forest and miss most concerts in favour of their own excellent music!

Andrew White was one of our superb guests line up. He was the first MSG I fell in love with at Loburn, this was a great time to recollect just how much his music has been an integral part of my folk music life. His album 'Pray For Rain' is my desert island pick, his live performances are a treasure and I'm completely biased as ever.

The second MSG I was to fall for immediately (fickle eh) at Loburn was the emerging, engaging and utterly delectable music of Owen Hugh, his fingers shook so badly that it was impossible not to notice but he rocked the house with his nylon strings at the time. I hear he lives in Auckland and it's about time he got himself a gig at the Christchurch Folk Club so we could all swoon again.

Speaking of which, it's about time we toured more NZ'ers at our clubs (read 'I'm about to need gigs all over the North Island I'll be in touch soon').

Back to Easter - Graham Wardrop in a new line up with Naomi Ferguson launched their first album together which is an eclectic choice of folk songs we all know and adore sung with the utmost clarity and perfection by Naomi with Graham's great guitar work complementing every note.

There were some visiting Bluegrass players from Auckland who came along and reckoned our festival is pretty damn impressive and who were delighted to be invited to perform in the final concert, which was a delight for us all, the sound of banjo on stage is quite a rarity in these parts you know. Bicycle tires aside, Michael Young and his merry band will be back- you promised didn't you?

I'm a huge fan of Jon Hooker, James Wilkenson and Denny Stanway so I can't say anything about their concerts except I loved their Saturday night performance. There is nothing to compare in NZ with this line up, I'm so proud of them and just wish there was more and more opportunity for them to play and be extremely well paid for the rest of their lives and all musicians of their ilk. They are so good.

I have a partner who isn't fond of diddley but no fear we caught some of the finest acts from overseas and innerseas. Can't say much as I was probably preoccupied alot of the time getting hot water bottles for those that could no longer stand up etc.

Lastly there is nothing on earth that can explain the 'Silver Beaver Lodge' whose theme this year was Fawlty Towers. Pas Possible!! Those French maids costumes and Mrs Fawlty appeared in many guises and raucous laughter could be heard at the end of the field and across the river.

Oh and apart from some badly sung accapella at midnight til 3 after the final concert (there were some excellent harmonies so long as the key was friendly) what a great festival.

Thanks to the committee and volunteers for a really special time. We know it only happens because year after year you know when and how to water the seeds to make the flowers grow.. Some of us can't raise a house plant. Your dedication is appreciated and revered. Even tho you probably heard me blabbing my mouth off about how there is nowhere warm to play after the concerts (read heated) that's central. The trouble is I can drink to keep warm but then I can't sing or play guitar except badly........... Also because of my antics in the bedroom wrapping my vocals and guitar around the bunk bed step ladders, I got Merv out of bed in his pyjamas and that's not something I want to repeat even tho they were winsiette and quite fashionable..

To think that the original idea for attending the folk festival at Loburn was because the pubs were closed all Easter in those days and drinking to celebrate Jesus was frowned upon.

Keep an eye out over the next century for the flowering orchard we planted before departing the site, blackboy peaches and walnuts down by the BMX track where the kids play.. not on the track, beside..

Also what was that fire George had burning in the brazier? Iillegal by the committee (but the committee were all in bed by then, not together) but condonned by the park ranger who simply acknowledged the fact that it was probably only - 1 degree and probably agreed campers should avoid hypothermia. Lovely how youth can talk their way up a gum tree and sit on the end of the furtherest branch without falling.....

Easter 2009

09.03.26 One sunny summer many eons ago......

I used to fit a size ten dress. The one I'm wearing in this photo was a gift from my flatmates in Australia for my 18th birthday in Albury NSW. I went out shopping and took a friend with me and we couldn't agree which dress to buy. So she secretly bought this while I bought another! At the party I wore my pick (apricot ensemble) but this dress had a lot of outings until I grew out of it many years later....

I'm packing up my possessions right now, getting ready to go away in the Van. It needs a name which will come to me as I drive down the road heading North to Nelson and a place called Golden Bay.

Autumn approaches and this year I will avoid the huge windfall  that occurs in my backyard covering my lawn and garden, two feet thick with leaves. There are three large trees here which I just love (except in Autumn). The new green waste bins have arrived,so the tenants at No 24 will have somewhere to deposit them all.  

Back to work and boxes of books and clothes.. Far too many clothes.....So what happened to the 4 inch high sequined shoes? Still got them. All the way from Paris. My neighbour Tracey declared them Tranny shoes!!