Deb Curreen Author

In the middle of an eroding cliff face stands a daffodil strong and solitary  unbroken, bending and bright. Tangled in kikuyu resilient to the Nor-east wind blowing hard, straining against those untamed forces of nature. Planted by the sea in days gone by, you've now slidden down the bank, teetering on the shifting shores of Hihi, undoubtedly your final resting place. But it's Daffodil Day today and you glow brightly,  gold and hopeful in the face of adversity like so many people's lives today, who are stretching out for a glimpse of tomorrow. So, thank you Daffodils, for the unbidden joy you are giving to millions today, Thank you for a glimpse of Springtime and  the chance for another day of life. * I took this photo from the relative safety of the crumbling cliff path -  to get any closer was  a risk my life, and we don't want that!

 this feels like nowhere, and home my new vista, this strange beach with it's brown sand, brown rocks, latte chopped up waters and little waves on windy days, like today. the crumbling cliffs tower over me tossing the odd rock in my path, roots bare against the sky exposed and dangling as if they're trying to frighten me. i just leap from rock to rock, dodging the sharp mouths of oysters budding mussels beside murky rock pools that  look bloody cold if i lost my grip and fell into their shallow silence. It feels like home, but nowhere, this deserted beach with warm grey rocks beneath luscious, watchful pohutakawa branches, majestic and safe as the sky above me, and I think I might just love it here.