Wednesday, September 6, 2006

Color Me Christchurch - Act I
Christchurch City, named for the Anglican cathedral that sits dead-center of the town. Though it is a rather small object to name a town on, encompassing barely a block, your average Christchurchian doesn't mind.

Here, the winds of change start rustling the barren trees left bare by the forlorn winter months. How they rustle without leaves is up to interpretation. I tell ya, they rustle, ok?

Ducklings are hatched by mother ducklings, soon to be gobbled up by eels, but don't let that spoil the genteel nature of this story. I can see five little ducklings now following their mother down the pristine waterway. Four, three, two....

Spring has sprung, grass has ris. I wonder where dem birdies is? Probably gobbled up by eels but don't let that ruin the genteel nature of the story. Kids are leaving their Playstations, soaking up the midday sun, not that the changing seasons and warming weather had anything to do with that mind you. It's the parents, who now have an excuse to save their blown-out power bill.

The flowers are in bloom and pollen fills the air. If you're an asthmatic hayfever suffer like myself, you'll probably be cursing and loving this event all at the same time.

An eel has caught itself a nieve little duckling. Not that I care about it as much as I did way back when. Fish gotta eat too, you know.

The lambs of spring will bring the farmer much joy. Until it once again snows out of season, or the hapless fluffballs stray too near the creek and hungry eels. But din't let that ruin the genteel nature of the story.

And in the north of the Earth. Equator up. The leaves are falling and the temperature is cooling. And you just hate me for our spring, dont ya? Well, you've had spring and summer long enough. Have bitter winter and maiden autumn.

Spring. It's loveley.



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