Wednesday, January 06, 2010
- Becca makes a book about trees. She carefully cuts out the pages, sellotapes them together and begins to write and illustrate her text, which is about a pohutawaka because she knows I like them. We agree that pohutakawa is a very long word, but I spell it out for her and she writes it beautifully. When it's finished, she comes and reads me her work.
- Frugality prevails as I manage to resurrect two still-serviceable sports bags by patching them invisibly with gaffer tape.
- A sunny afternoon at the zoo, just Becca and me. The otters are lolling on their backs in the sun; one of them is toying idly with a small rock, patting it from paw to paw and occasionally tossing it into its mouth for an experimental chew. A zoo keeper lets a pair of tortoises roam on a patch of lawn, enclosed by a very short paling fence. One of them keeps nosing its way under and making a stately break for freedom.
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