It is Autumn and we are in New Zealand staying with my son. His neighbourhood is the gently rolling hills of the Waikato, the dairy-country heartland. Usually it is rich, green pasture, but this year it is brown and barren looking, they are gripped by drought and praying for rain. Then one day the dark clouds rolled in and it rained.
Next morning the mist settled in the valleys creating a magical wonderland.As the sun rose it cast a golden glow on all it touched.But there has been no more rain and the dairy farmers are in despair, it will be a short milking season this year.
This week we have moved to my daughters neighbourhood in Tauranga, and the beach-side mecca of Mount Maunganui which is over-looked and dominated by the iconic Mount.Here the sun is appreciated. We, very slowly, climbed to the top of Mount Maunganui, quite an achievement. But I will tell you more about that when we get back home.