The last few days are days our family, and many others, would have much preferred had played out differently. We were evacuated from our home on Wednesday evening, by a call from the Police, because of a huge fire on the Port Hills, south of Christchurch. We had already moved a car in the afternoon in anticipation of an evacuation, and packed up what we could, ready to leave. Yes, it was hard to quickly decide what to take and what to leave. It was a surreal feeling leaving our home of 28 years, unsure of what the morning would bring. We were fortunate, our home is undamaged, and we came home on Sunday, after the cordon was lifted. Our daughter was happy to have us and she didn’t send us to a welfare evacuation centre! Perhaps putting a roast in the oven for dinner when she came home from work did the trick!
We bought her a bunch of sunflowers. They were a photographic beautiful distraction as we, along with many others, watched and waited. What we needed were rain flowers not sun flowers, but these cheerful blooms lifted our spirits.
This is the first of three posts about sunflowers. I chose this one for the first post because the feeling of movement conveys the speed with which the fire travelled, and the hairs on the leaves look like grass on the hills.