Sunday afternoon

Spring seems very eager to get started here in Christchurch. The sun is feeling warm, and the sky is clear.

As I lay in bed this morning, I listened to Radio for Kids on RDU. The kids that phone up can be annoying, but often tell great stories (about kid stuff). Their taste in music is pretty bad, but the show plays some amazing recorded stories. Like, Thomas the Tank-engine. And Oscar Wilde's short stories, read by men with the most wonderful voices. Wilde's 'The Selfish Giant' was read today, and was stunningly beautiful,

'He did not hate the Winter now, for he knew that it was merely the Spring asleep, and that the flowers were resting.'

I've been reading about possums in New Zealand as part of a case study about an invasive species. I read in the sunshine and enjoyed a cup of tea. After noon, I crocheted some granny squares (pics coming...), before heading in to town to meet Sophie for afternoon tea.

It was nice to see her again. We went to Soul Food on High Street. I had a fantastic pie.

We walked about the streets of the inner city. She studies theatre costume design, and I asked her what would be the most basic, number one piece of information about that. She said, "make it fun."

As I walked home, the sun was setting; through high cloud it created a faint rainbow halo.