People commented in particular about using a traumatic event as a source of inspiration. I never actually meant to do so, it just came to me out of the blue and made perfect sense, at a time when not a lot made sense at all. I think many people who have lived in Christchurch beginning Sept 4th 2010 would agree with me when I say it was very hard to accept what had happened to us. Living with earthquakes in NZ is a fact of life, sitting atop a plate boundary, as we do, but the violence of this shaking was something else altogether. Little did we know another, more devastating event, would occur around lunchtime five months later. And then there was Japan ...
A crazy time indeed.
That's the back-story, and let's move on. The CBD of Christchurch was locked behind a cordon for many months while the fate of various buildings was decided. I eyed the weeds from behind the fence and secretly applauded them. One needs a hero, at times like these, and I could see that this would be the time of the weed now the gardeners were stuck behind the fence just like the rest of us. I've always had a thing for the underdog, and a weed filled the part perfectly. I don't wish to be overly anthropomorphic - after all, a weed is just a weed and I'm sure many people lament the ongoing deterioration of our beautiful city; the proliferation of weeds adds to the feeling of neglect. It's true, Christchurch is not pretty at the moment, but weeds are just so tenacious, and tenacity is needed in abundance at the moment.
We've lost a lot ...
all gone, or going, maybe ...
Places I used to go, gone
Others to be repaired, thankfully
Now the central city has largely been tamed, I admire the weeds in a different part of town. The residential red zone, near where I live, comprises many hectares of land beside the Avon river, as it meanders and loops its way out to sea. The residential red zone is land so damaged by earthquakes and the process of liquefaction that it's considered no longer suitable for housing. The short story is that the NZ government offered to buy the land and houses so people could move out of their broken homes and carry on with their lives elsewhere. Thousands of people took the offer. Not surprising really.
Huge stop-banks were built along the riverside in an attempt to protect the slumped land from flooding. The people moved out. Houses were demolished. Houses are still being demolished.
The animals moved in, along with the weeds.
A sinister gathering of road cones. No doubt the leaders, plotting their next incursion into the transport network.
The beautiful tree-lined river with its gravely stop-bank and empty pot-holed roads makes for great off-road biking.
And there are LOTS of weeds to admire.
I grin when I encounter a thistle.
And when it comes to weeds, there's nothing I admire more than a nice, healthy Scotch Thistle!
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