A New Zealand Garden

On the way to my friends house, and our last stop in this New Zealand journey, I saw this sign.  Cool!

And here is a New Zealand garden. A little paradise right in  town.  Auckland has a wonderful climate for plants. 

She even has chickens tucked away under the trees. 

And her daughter goes fishing for dogs with a ball on the end of a string!

Above are the remains of a corrugated iron sitting man that I made for my friend years and years ago.  I transported him to her house in the passenger seat of my little car wearing a seat belt. He is as big as a man. His name is Alfred, his arms and hands have fallen off and he is becoming a tree.

Today is my last full day in New Zealand, shortly we are off out to collect a few last little bits and pieces. Then the repacking will commence once again.

Today will be my last post from these shores. I leave Auckland on  Christmas evening and arrive in Chicago on another Christmas evening.  So I will take this opportunity to wish you all a lovely, lovely Christmas day.

The next time I post will be from the Farmy.  Which will be a great relief.  Back to work we will go, you and I.  And the suitcase will be stored back in the attic until next time.  You are never anywhere where you don’t miss somewhere.

But that’s OK.  I am all stocked up with memories to last for a wee while.  Going back into the cold might be a bit of a shock though. Our John is going to bring my big warm coat and hattie when he picks me up. He will dress me in all my layers and then drive me through the cold dark back home.  It will be good to be home.

Have a lovely day.  I am coming home. See you soon.

celi