Rawene Harbour and Harakeke

I’ve been feeling a climatological kinship with U.S. dwellers because of our chilly gray blustery days and rain most all the time lately. I took a long walk this afternoon through a fine spray, with droplets so small they danced through the air in front of my eyes like tiny snowflakes.

I passed boats at rest in the quiet harbor and as I strolled down the mangrove boardwalk, I looked at the harakeke (New Zealand flax) people have been weaving, right into the living leaves.

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