That's what I said the first time. Never again. But then I went ahead and did it again. That'll teach me to never say never. Because this past winter has dragged on for 12 long months - much like the winter I had when I moved to the US all those years ago. I told myself then that if I moved back to NZ, I'd go summer to summer. But you know what they say about the best laid plans...
Here we are though, with Daylight Saving coming up this weekend in New Zealand - a harbinger of summer. The trees have put on a lovely display of blossoms, the lambs are all growing up and while I haven't yet seen a baby bird, our clocks are shifting in the wee hours of Sunday morning so I'm calling "SUMMER!"
Yesterday, after helping my local SPCA with their pet portraits, I learned it's apparently true that no good deed goes unpunished. Pulling out of their carpark, I discovered a nail had lodged itself into one of my tyres. A few minutes of frustration ensued due to a) it was after 3pm and I hadn't had lunch yet; and b) I'm new in town with no clue on where the tyre shops are (I'll freely admit it was more due to point 'a' than point 'b'...). Crisis averted, I did a fairly quick presto-change-o on the offending tyre. Many thanks to the kind NZ Post chappie who stopped to help me finish it up.
I drove off on my little doughnut tyre (silly, silly inventions they are) and found to my sheer delight that literally just around the corner was a tyre shop in walking distance of - FOOD. Fill the tummy while someone fixed my tyre and got me back on the road.
Okay, but what does a flat tyre have to do with Daylight Saving and summer - and what's with the goat?! Well... if I hadn't had a flatty, I wouldn't have been later getting home than I expected and I wouldn't have been in the right place at the right time to see this beautifully backlit goat in the late afternoon sun.
He had a fabulously shaggy coat with great colouring which was enhanced by the halo effect of the sun coming from behind him. And given that for some reason I chose to go a different way home yesterday, I'd say that rather than a punishment, it was a blessing.
So here's to no longer driving home in the dark, evenings that last longer and lots of sun-washed days. Not to mention Guy Fawke's Day on the beach, Christmas with the doors open to the summer heat and being among the first to see dawn break on the New Year. I'm ready.