The Sunday after

It is evening here. The wind has come up and is furiously whipping around the house. There was just a boom and the house moved, but I don't know if it was the wind or another aftershock. Spooky anyway. Thank you for all of the contact we have had from friends and family. We have been so fortunate. We took a drive down to Lincoln today to Johnny's work and we crossed over what looks like a fault line across the fields and road. There are cracks across the road and furrows in the paddocks, along with lots of surface water that was forced up. There are also strange formations called sand volcanoes - circular low cones about a metre across where silty sand has come to the surface. That is about a km away from us. I am pleased that schools are closed for at least two days. I don't want to be responsible for 9 special needs teenagers until the aftershocks settle down. Plus the water is a problem and must be boiled. The sewers are damaged and we have been told to flush only when necessary. We are luckier than lots of people who have been digging holes in their backyards to use as toilets.

On a much brighter note, the garden has not been damaged at all by the earthquakes, although the wind might cause a few challenges. Here are some sights from around my garden.

Camellia Sasanqua- Fairy Blush

A little opportunist. So sweet.

Goodies in the seed raising house.

Pots on the deck.

A gorgeous bloom - label washed off.

Camellia Japonica - Nicky Crisp

Treasures.