We had lovely teas and treat in Picnic, the aptly named cafe in the botanical gardens, and amused ourselves with haikus about subjects sacred, profane, and just plain silly. Then we admired the orchids and flowers in the hothouse, and practiced the gallop.
A sampling of the lovely spring flowers, and the lovely (for a relative degree of loveliness) haikus. I think Molly said it best:
Poeticism
Sometimes it is really strange
Like exploding flies
We wrote poetic descriptions of the day...
Mist filled harbour
Wellington on a rainy day
Neither sun nor wind
Rain on Saturday
Taking all our fun inside
Avoiding the drips
Rain prevents picnic
Poem fun ensues indoors
Life’s little blessings
Café by the dell
Poems and stories abound
Springtime fun indoors
It’s of no import
What gets written among friends
Laughing in the rain.
Cooling spring shower
Caresses and refreshes
Newly bloomed flowers
Rain makes the weeds grow
Faster in my garden patch
But not the roses
Rainy day umbrellas
Toadstools shielding garden gnomes
Wellington springtime
Little green teapot
Sitting on the silver tray
Holding liquid warmth
Phil drops burger bun
Aioli sauce upside down
Nice grab rescues pants
Dad with babe in arms
Sleepy yawn and nodding head
Looking, seeing dad.
Catja's nappies smell
They smell like old cream-cheese
There are so many
Yawning baby girl
Brings a smile to my face
On a cloudy day
Cheese, what a wonder
It tastes green, but it’s yellow
It smells good on toast
Famous Feijoa’s
Frolicking and fishing
Highly flammable
Avocados dream
Of dip and guacamole
But then, maybe not
