Wedding Song


This Friday’s poem was chosen because as the earlier post tells, today friends are being married and it will be the first of five weddings we’re attending in three different countries over the next couple of months.

Wedding Song by Jenny Bornholdt is from My Heart Goes Swimming edited by Jenny Bornholdt and Gregory O’Brien, published by Godwit.

Wedding Song


Now you are married

Try to love the world

As much as you love

Each other. Greet it as your husband,

Wife. Love it with all your

Might as you sleep

Breathing against its back.


Love the world, when late at night,

You come home to find snails

Stuck to the side of the house

Like decoration.


Love your neighbours.

The red berries on their trampoline

Their green wheelbarrow.


Love the man walking on

Water, the man up a

mast. Love the light moving

across the Island Princess.


Love your grandmother when she tells you

Her hair is three-quarters ‘café au lait’.


Try to love the world, even when you discover

there is no such thing as The Author

any more.


Love the world, praise

God, even, when your aerobics instructor

is silent.


Try very hard to love

your mailman, even though her regularly

delivers you Benidicto Clemente’s mail.


Love the weta you find on the path,

injured  by alteration.


Love the tired men, the burnt

house, the handlebars of light

on the ceiling.


Love the man on the bus who says

it all amounts to a fishing rod

or a lightbulb.


Love the world of the garden.

The keyhole of bright green grass

Where the stubborn palm

used to be,

bees so drunk on ginger flowers

that they think the hose water

is rain   your hair tangled in



Love the way,

when you come inside,

insects find their way out

from the temporary rooms of

your clothes.


– Jenny Bornholdt –

Surviving tractor accidents


Pique Oil left a comment on an earlier post about seatbelts in tractors saying:

I work in the OSH industry and one of the most frustrating things is seeing a seatbelt done up to activate the sensor, but operators sit on top of it.
Here is a youtube link that shows a forklift fatality. Not gory at all but a seatbelt would have stopped him being thrown out the back and crushed to death.
seatbelts save lives. Anyone who thinks that they are a nuisance or inconvenient or Fred would have died if he had worn his etc. etc. should ask themselves whether their widow would have preferred they wore a seatbelt.

I agree, my earlier post wasn’t arguing seatbelts shouldn’t be worn, it was to say it’s difficult to convince people to use them (and other safety equipment).

The photo below is a tractor after it rolled five times and finished on its wheels, facing the opposite direction from which it had started.

It had a seatbelt but the driver wasn’t wearing it. At one stage he remembers his legs going outside the cab and thought “this is how people die”. We think he then hauled himself back in by the steering wheel.

He ended up with a bad gash in the head (possibly done by fire extinguisher which hadn’t been secured) and fractured five pedicles on his spine. He’s made a full recovery but could very easily have died.



Farmer Baby Boomer also left a comment on the earlier post:

Was listening to newstalkzb’s Danny Watson discussing this yesterday. A guy rang up and talked about ’springbelt’ – a belt for tractors which is in the way unless you do it up. He claimed it is positioned so that it is quick and easy to do up.
It is on the web at
May be interesting to get on a trial see if it is convenient or just adds frustration to the ” in and out of the cab ” type jobs you mentioned.

If it works that could be the answer because no matter how often people are warned of the dangers, it’s too easy when you’re busy and not aware of any dangers, to ignore simple precautions.

Wedding season


They were engaged 42 years ago, something went wrong, they parted.

Each met another, married, divorced and met again.

The flame that burned too low more than four decades earlier was rekindled, he’d kept the ring all those years so gave it back to her, and on Wednesday morning they married.

Just a simple ceremony, in the public gardens, celebrated with a small group of family and friends.

I was the celebrant on Wednesday and today I’m the guest at another wedding, the first of five we’ll be attending in three different countries in the next couple of months.

All will be unique, all will be special.

Tagged twice


I’ve been double tagged – first by MandM then by Keeping Stock so I have to:

              *  Link to the person who tagged you

             *   Post the rules

             *   Share seven random or weird facts about yourself

             * Tag 7 random people at the end of the post with their links

So here’s the seven random/weird facts:

1. I had a one-way ticket to Britain when my farmer and I met so he flew 12000 miles to propose to me.

2. My longest friendship is older than my memory – which isn’t a sad reflection on the state of my memory, we met when her family moved next door to mine when we were both two.

3. I lived on Great Mercury Island for a year – employed by Michael Fay & David Richwhite, who own the island, to supervise the correspondence school lessons of the farm manager’s three children.

4. I’ve received a card on every Valentine’s Day of my life – not necessarily because it’s Valentine’s Day but because it’s also my birthday.

5. I lived for three months in Vejer de la Frontera.

6. Most people call me Ele which is a contraction of my name – Elspeth, the Scottish form of Elizabeth.

7. We hosted an AFS student from Argentina and his family is now our family.

And an eighth: I never pass on anything resembling a chain letter and as this could be construed as such I’m tagging the following people as a tribute to their blogs but won’t be at all offended if they don’t want to play the game:


Bull Pen

Art and My Life 

John Ansell

Rob Hosking

Something Should Go Here

PM of NZ

‘opkins goes t’ Coro street


‘Ee bia gum, young Jim ‘opkins ‘as gone down t’ Coronation Street an’ come up wi’ summat clever:

Hayley: Aye, and we’d be clean out of green by the time we arrived.’Ave you not been watching the news, our Roy? They’ve just slapped a 10 per cent surcharge on all flights to New Zealand.

Roy: Is that in retaliation for the ‘aka?

Hayley: I don’t know. But I do know it spells disaster for the tourism industry in that recession-plagued land.

Roy: I shouldn’t think so, luv. They’re pretty resourceful in them parts. My guess is they’ll cum up with summat clever, like a

$250 discount voucher for bungee jumps and such.

The ODT  also looks at the British flight tax:

Suspicion that the British tax is simply a healthy revenue earner for Mr Brown’s government is supported by the absence of much acknowledgement or incentive that some airlines are themselves doing a great deal to reduce carbon emissions. . .

Call me cynical if you will but a tax which isn’t about revenue gathering is oxymoronic.

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