Haiku

I enjoy writing Haiku and find writing them very therapeutic. Here are some of my efforts. The first two relate to hope and happy memories:

The lark's joyous song
fills the gloomy weeping sky
and I look upwards

Silence surrounds me
remembered conversations
bring a gentle smile

...and this one is for John whose passion was to fish on the Waitemata harbour at dawn...

Waitemata dawn
Golden glow on silver sea
Quietly fishing

House Repairs

The roof of my house is being replaced. John told me before he died that this needed doing and I have now, finally, got around to getting it done. This is the biggest job on the house that I have undertaken alone...oh, no, I'm not doing it...I just organised it! It has been an interesting experience. Tradesmen very quickly realise you are a woman alone and try to be clever by pulling a fast one over you. I came home one day to find my beautiful sky light had been replaced with a nasty piece of corrugated plastic. Of course I immediately complained to the company and demanded a proper sky light as a replacement but I was left wondering how many older people or women alone experience this sort of thing and are too timid to say anything. Anyway the roof is looking very smart and I am getting the upper part of the house painted also. I am feeling quite pleased with myself as these sorts of jobs were always arranged by John.