Each day is different and has a surprise in it, like a Cracker Jack box.
This quote came in on a daily email I subscribe to and it made me think about some of the surprises I experienced on Friday.
As I drove down to our village there was the finest of mists across the sunlit hills on a still, sunny, autumn morning.
As I parked the car at our village shops I saw a white horse with its owner waiting to see the local vet.
Overhead a top-dressing plane was swooping and diving as it spread fertilizer on the nearby farm hills.
In the chemist’s shop I spotted a pair of “rock star” socks, complete with a red electric guitar on them for my three year old grandson who loves drumming and music.
Back at home I spotted a finch in the garden. The finches seem to have left our garden for the summer so perhaps like “our” Tui they are back.
And when I rang our local city council to request that they trim around the base of a Pohutukawa to increase visibility on the street corner the woman on the end of the phone told me she could see that tree, in real time, on her computer screen.
So I had my share of pleasant surprises on Friday.