There must be a price to pay for a balmy spring, tequila sunrises, arrays of visiting parrots and the clear, bright colours of the nasturtiums in our garden. I can’t get enough of the scenes, sounds and scents of this Spring.
Maybe my sense of awe is exacerbated by the banality of the national news. Last night we were treated to some variety from the usual house fire, convenience store robbery and road crash, – a story on the condition of city roads, which required 86 000 potholes to be fixed last year!
Spice is also provided on occasion with the mandatory attempts at courthouses to get a response from head shaven, tattooed bikies … are you sorry for what you did?
I suppose it is a reasonable counter to the 20 odd years sprinkled with bombs and bodies before I left Africa
This sort of karma thinking is unsettling. How can life be so good for me when there are people being washed away in South Australia, blown away in Syria and unable to get any money to buy necessities in Zimbabwe.
Ice cream anyone? I’m afraid there’s only vanilla…
Please let there be no payback – I’ve been a good boy, really!
Let us give thanks and praise.