I thought you might enjoy these photos of one of the hebes that’s currently flowering-like-crazy in my garden.

I suspect the flowering-like-crazy part may have something to do with our summer being far wetter than usual this year, since normally the summers where I live are very dry.

Whatever the reasons, this particular plant is pretty spectacular this year. And I’m not the only one who thinks so: the bees were going crazy for it the day I took these photos. In fact there are quite a few in both photos but they’re blending into the photo background. 🙂

Hebes are endemic to NZ and one of the country’s most popular garden plants. This particular plant is a garden cultivar and I’m pretty sure it’s moniker is “Icing Sugar.”

J Church, the friend who took this pic, of another hebe in the garden, did a better job of capturing the bee 😉

It certainly makes a colourful start to the week, although I shall be focusing on the gloom-shrouded Wall of Night, with its bitter peaks, rather than walls of hebe in the garden—except on my breaks, of course!

Festive goodies

Sadly, the holiday is over now, but it was fun while it lasted. And I have the pics to prove it. Here are a wee few to be going on with. 🙂

Fun With Food
Foodie goodness is a big part of the festive season, from fruitmince pies to turkey with all the trimmings. As it happens, I did make fruitmince pies and a few more festive goodies….

A Southern Hemisphere Christmas meal for midsummer…

But it can be far too hot in the midst of the Southern Hemisphere’s midsummer to spend hours with a hot stove to achieve an ‘all the trimmings’ extravaganza.

So we went for salmon fillets with some salads of awesome—which worked pretty well, overall. Just sayin’ 😉

Lake Heron

Fun With the Great Outdoors
One of the great things about having the Christmas-New Year holiday at midsummer is that it’s a great time to get outdoors.

Despite some rain at times, we still managed to get out and about.

Initially we went to Lake Heron, which is close to the country I explored in my Driving To Edoras post. Grey skies aside, it’s a tranquil spot, even if the mountains were obscured by cloud.

The next day, we did a number of bush walks, in which fern, mountain beech forest, and swift-flowing creeks all featured.

And finally checked out the mighty Rakaia Gorge.

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If anyone wonders what the Telimbras River in The Wall Of Night series *might* look like, the Rakaia makes a useful starting point.

I guess some of you may be holidaying still, in which case, I hope you’re having a great time.

But do spare a few seconds to commiserate with the rest of us who’re back workin’… 😉

‘There is nothing–absolutely nothing–half so much worth doing as…’ putting one’s feet up with a book… 😉

The first of every month being my regular blog gig on the Supernatural Underground, this year I decided to get all chillax:

“I love the whole idea of the new year, with its official marking off of the old and welcoming in fresh starts.

Most of all, though, I love the opportunity to chillax after all the pressure of Christmas—you know, decorations, food, presents, full on family-and-friends time—followed by New Year’s Eve retrospectives and serious party time. Which is all fabulous and fun, but not precisely relaxing, especially when it all comes at the one time!

So New Year’s Day is for finally kicking back, putting my feet up, and mixing up such delights as lying on the couch reading a book or watching a great TV show or movie.”

To find out more about my chillax plans  “to read” and “to watch”, check out the full post here:

Time To Chillax: Happy New Year

And the very happiest of 2019s to you, one and all. To the fullest extent of my modest powers, I wish you peace, success, and prosperity.

May your new year be full of amazing vistas & every mountain climbable.

It’s New Year’s Eve, the day when we not only wave the old year farewell but reflect on all that happened within it. From a blog point of view, there can be no better day to look at the ten posts that really grabbed your attention—as “…On Anything Really” friends and readers, regular followers and visitors—during the course of 2018.

As with past years, I shall order the most-read ten posts chronologically from the year’s beginning to its end. So without further ado, listward ho!

via Wikipedia: Statue representing Janus Bifrons in the Vatican Museums

1. January 1 — Looking Back, Looking Forward; Farewell 2017, Welcome 2018

In which I reflected on the nature and origins of the new year celebration, as well as my overall experience of 2017 and my hopes for the year ahead — all of which clearly “spoke” to quite a few of you, as well, which is nice.

2. January 29 — Ursula K Le Guin, 1929 – 2018

“Ursula K. Le Guin passed away last week at the age of 88, after a long and prestigious life in letters…” These words mark my personal tribute to this great author, in my view one of the most accomplished writers and significant voices of her time. I am not surprised, therefore, that this post was among the most-read of the year.

Why this cover, you may ask, which is among the oldest for this novel? For me, it has always best captured one of Ms Le Guin’s most significant works.

3. March 5 — Fab Spaceships Of SFF

I had a great deal of fun writing this post, so am glad you seem to have enjoyed reading it just as much. The post was sparked by UK author, Gareth Powell’s “Top 10” — a timely reminder to me of how much I love spaceships in literature and film/television. [Coughs] That would be a LOT!

“The Heir Of Night” map: artist, Peter Fitzpatrick

4. April 28 — The Wall Of Night Series Map

I’m always pleased when a post on an aspect of my own writing takes your fancy, in this case The Wall Of Night series’ map. Although I put together the original, the professional rendition of my hand-drawn ideas was the work of artist PJ Fitzpatrick.

As the next three entries show, it’s pretty clear what sparked your interest in the mid-part of the year. This post series, which is currently ongoing, turned into a bit of a monster, but it seems to be a monster that you liked, so it’s all good. 😉

A “farmgal” goes on a journey…

5. May 7 — Having Fun With Epic Fantasy Tropes #1: A Farm Boy/Gal Goes On a Journey

This may just be the most deeply embedded of all the epic fantasy tropes, which have their roots deep in myth, folklore, and fairytales, so it seemed the right one to kick off the series. It’s probably a reflection of the series’ overall popularity, with several more of the posts crowding on the heels of the top ten, that this first post is also one of the three that made it onto the most-read list.

6. May 28 — Having Fun With Epic Fantasy Tropes #4: Apocalypse Now

Who doesn’t love a good apocalypse? From Ragnarok to Station Eleven, apparently “…on Anything, Really” readers do, because this is one of your “big three” instalments of the post series. 🙂 Yours truly had a lot of fun writing it, too, though maybe not quite as much as…

The Return of the King: entrance to the Paths of the Dead

7. July 9 — Having Fun With Epic Fantasy Tropes #7: Fortunately, There Was A Portal

From fairy hills to the wardrobe and Platform 9 ³/₄, and the Gates of the Dead to the Gate of Ivrel, portals are one of the great staples of both Science Fiction and Fantasy — which may also explain why y’all were very much on board for this post. 😉 And yes, they do feature in my own writing, because you can never have too much of a good thing, right? Right! 😀

Writing on…

8. August 27 — About That Book Then: Time For A WALL#4 Update

I believe the title of this post says it all, but I was and am grateful for your interest in the post and the support shown via the comments. Thank you.

And there it is: Edoras, aka Mt Sunday

9. November 19 — Inside Middle Earth: Driving To Edoras

Again, you appear to enjoyed my account of driving to the site of Edoras, in the hinterland of the Hakatere Lakes and on the road to Erewhon and the Southern Alps, as much as I enjoyed the actual adventure—which was fabulous. Just sayin’

A matter of perspective: a totara tree and me.

10. December 3 — Meetings With Remarkable Trees: Peel Forest

I suspect my “true colours” as a tree person are pretty well nailed to the blog mast by now, but just in case anyone missed the memo, I shared my meeting with the marvelous giants of the remnant Peel Forest earlier this month. Long may they continue to stand tall.

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And there we have it, the ten most-read posts of 2018. Thank you all for dropping by and reading what I have to post; thank you, too, for reading and supporting my books. I hope you continue to call in, and maybe even leave a comment or two in 2019. I also hope that it may be the year when I bring you the Very Good News that I have typed “the end” on WALL#4. In fact, I’ll raise my glass to that, as well as to all of you. 🙂

Happy New Year!

we children

we children
when the days stretched
over the horizon, sprang
from our sleeping bags, threw
on our summer uniform, left
mum and dad dreaming, ran
barefoot through the bush, the river,
to the beach

we children
popped washed up blue
bottles, chased cantankerous
crabs, rescued stubborn sea
creatures from rock pools, buried
each other below sand castles, built
forts manned by katipos, cooked ourselves
in the sun

we children
got seaweed in our hair, sand
in our bum cracks, stranded
by the tide, wrestled the ball
from everyone’s Dad, rang
rings around them, stained our clothes
green, looked forward to doing it
all again tomorrow

now brother
you live over the horizon
and I no longer swim
in the sea
.

© Janine Sowerby

First published in The Press

Reproduced here with permission.

Note:  Katipo(s) are a native NZ spider, often found in driftwood on beaches;
they are also NZ's only naturally occurring poisonous spider (we've gained a
few imports of recent years.)

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This is one of my favourite NZ summer holiday poems, which captures both the quintessential Christmas-New Year holiday but also a wonderful nostalgia for the holidays of childhood past, seen through the bitter sweetness of adult recollection. Janine Sowerby is a friend and fellow poet and writer, working across a range of media.

“There were lights everywhere, marigold windows in the shadowy walls of houses, and golden lanterns hung before the doors, and every light reflected in the river so that it made two. For in those days people still called Christmas Eve the Feast of Lights and set candles in every window and lanterns before their doors…”
~ Rosemary Sutcliff, The Armourer’s House

So here we are on Christmas Eve — Rosemary Sutcliff’s “Feast of Lights” from her novel The Armourer’s House, which is set in Tudor England.

Royal Fireworks Suite — a Christmas & New Year favourite

I have been thinking about this particular quote ever since I featured it last Monday, chiefly because I think the “light” aspect of Christmas—and festivals with similar timing, such as Hanukkah, Lucia’s festival in Sweden, and even Hogmanay (New Year) in Scotland—is probably more powerful in the Northern Hemisphere, than here in the south.

The deep midwinter, albeit NZ style 😉

That’s because in the north, Christmas and other light festivals fall on or close to the winter solstice, at the darkest time of the year, when the early drawing in of night, together with the midwinter cold, encourage candlelight and firelight and the atmosphere of romance and mystery that goes with that. Their promise is the return of the light, a promise that is captured in Ursula le Guin’s Earthsea, with the festival of Sunreturn.

Or as my friend and fellow author, Mary Victoria, put it on Twitter:

“Winter Solstice…It’s one of my favourite festivals… because I find it useful to remember that even in our darkest moments, the light is on its way back.”

Light and colour all around us

Which I get, because the Maori festival of Matariki—fast becoming a NZ festival—has a similar focus. Christmas, though, falls at what is the summer solstice for us: the longest days and—if we’re lucky—sunshine and “life’s a beach” moments.

Light in the sky

Yet all the same, there’s still something magical about a Christmas festival where light is everywhere in the natural world, lingering through the long evenings until one can light a candle in a meaningful way. And even then the night sky is deep blue velvet, the stars warm and bright, rather than a frosty black sky with icicle stars… (As I recall midwinter from my Swedish days.)

Glass, flowers, colours, all create an atmosphere of light

So in terms of the Rosemary Sutcliff quote, Christmas Eve here in the south can still be a Feast—or festival—of Lights, only in this case the light is from the natural world all around us, rather then the glimmer of firelight and candle flame.

Either way, I hope everyone who is celebrating has a very Merry Christmas Eve and Day.

And to everyone else, just have the best of days, whether beneath northern or southern skies. 🙂

The hut on the edge of forever

In 2013, when I was completing Daughter of Blood, a friend gave me the use of her fishing hut, a very generous gift since it gave me writing time away from the everyday interruptions of “life, the universe, and everything”.  (Including the interwebs, which provide the Great Distraction of our age, from email and search engines to every version of social media imaginable — spot the Luddite! 😉 )

The edge of forever

A hut conjures up images of something very basic, but in this case the terms is synonymous with a “crib” in the very south of NZ, or a “bach” in most other parts of the country. When I lived in Sweden it would have been a “sommar stugan” or “summer cottage”, while my Japanese sister-in-law tells me that the correct term there is “bessou.” So rest assured that the accommodation is not too basic.

Wild south, with wild life

This particular hut is located at the mouth of one of Canterbury’s distinctive braided rivers in an environment that is very wild south, similar to last week’s post of the same name. Since 2013 I have returned there as often as “life, the universe, and everything” and other pertinent aspects of time-space allow because it is a great environment for writing.

That’s a seal, on the beach

All of which made me think of the phrase “to the wilderness I wander”, which comes from the traditional ballad, Tom O’ Bedlam’s Song. The poem is a little like Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah, in that it has almost as many verses as there are people to add them on, but I featured a fair representation of the total as part of The Tuesday Poem a few years back.

The two stanzas that seemed particularly apposite to an author who goes to an out-of-the-way spot to write Fantasy novels are those that also feature the phrase, “to the wilderness I wander”:

“Ten leagues beyond the wide world’s end”;
art by Peter Fitzpatrick

“With a host of furious fancies

Whereof I am commander,

With a burning spear and a horse of air,

To the wilderness I wander.

By a knight of ghostes and shadowes

I summon’d am to tourney

Ten leagues beyond the wild world’s end,

Methinks it is no journey.”

The final two lines, “Ten leagues beyond the wild world’s end, Methinks it is no journey” sum up the whole process of immersing myself in the world of the WALL story.

Sometimes, when the story is fighting back, it also feels as if, “I summoned am to tourney.” 😉

…in fact, it’s upon us even as I type, in a manner reminiscent of a bullet-train bearing down at high speed upon the unwary—which would be me when it comes to the Christmas season and being prepared this year.

AKA, yours truly is not prepared at all, at all! Too busy writing (and that’s the good news. 😉 )

Anyway, to get in the mood, and the seasonal mode, here are a few literary excerpts that feature Christmas.

The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe by CS Lewis

Yep I know, probably the most famous Fantasy Christmas everz…But that’s why it’s first up. 😉

“It was a sledge, and it was reindeer with bells on their harness. But they were far bigger than the Witch’s reindeer, and they were not white, but brown. And on the sledge sat a person whom everyone knew the moment they set eyes on him. He was a huge man in a bright red robe (bright as holly berries) with a hood that had fur inside it and a great white beard that fell like a foamy waterfall over his chest. Everyone knew him…he was so big and so glad and so real, that they all became quite still…”

Little Women by Louisa May Alcott

Also pretty famous in the literary Christmas stakes. 🙂

” “Christmas won’t be Christmas without any presents,” grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.

“It’s so dreadful to be poor,” sighed Meg, looking down at her old dress.” “

The Armorer’s House by Rosemary Sutcliff

“The sky was full of stars, sparkling and frost-bright, except where the moon rode high above the crowding roofs of the Southwark shore; and the city seemed a city in a fairytale, every ledge and cranny deep in sparkling frosted snow, and every carved saint and angel and demon on the tower of every church ermine-hooded and ermine-cloaked. There were lights everywhere, marigold windows in the shadowy walls of houses, and golden lanterns hung before the doors, and every light reflected in the river so that it made two. For in those days people still called Christmas Eve the Feast of Lights and set candles in every window and lanterns before their doors…

Drover’s Road by Joyce West

“All Christmas days at Drover’s Road seem to get mixed up in a sort of special excitement: the early mornings and stockings hanging at the foot of the bed … the long day getting hotter, and lamb for dinner, with mint sauce and peas and new potatoes … lying out under the cherry tree on the lawn with our new presents, and having afternoon tea there with iced biscuits and Christmas cake. Then dusk coming at the end of the long lovely day…”

The Dark is Rising by Susan Cooper

(Just in my humble opinion) the second most famous Fantasy Christmas everz, and deservedly so… 🙂

“There was something about Christmas Eve, they both felt, that demanded company; one needed somebody to whisper to, during the warm beautiful dream-taut moments between hanging the empty stocking at the end of the bed, and dropping into the cosy oblivion that would flower into the marvel of Christmas morning.”

A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens

Probably the most famous Christmas in literature, by a country mile.

“What’s to-day, my fine fellow?” said Scrooge.
“To-day!” replied the boy. “Why, Christmas Day.”
“It’s Christmas Day!” said Scrooge to himself. “I haven’t missed it.”

And I think that’ll do, for going on with. 😉

I love living in the South Island of NZ with its “wild south” vibe, shared most recently in my post on Inside Middle Earth: Driving To Edoras (yep, it’s also The Lord of the Rings country! 😉 )

Sometimes, though, the intersection of ocean and river, wind and tide, waves and land, can be wild indeed, as in this photo where it’s all blended close to one.

As the second photo gives you some idea, usually there is a distinct river, ocean shoreline, and two shingle banks to be seen, not just the one above — and even that fast disappearing:

The discoloration of the sea is the aftermath of the storm and flooding, and indicative of the level of shingle and runoff in the river’s journey from the mountains to the sea — which is pretty much how the Canterbury Plains formed, I believe.