Can we have our summer back please?

The first of the godwits arrived here yesterday.

Run ragged after working their passage over the non-stop 11,000km flight from Alaska, Christchurch rang its bells to guide them in, as it does every year.

Spring. Good for the soul, renewing even.

And I got to go gardening in the afternoon, courtesy of some sensible lawyering - good counsel, in the old fashioned way...wonderfully compassionate to clients in a bind, but appropriately detached.

Not forever trying to squeeze the pips and content to leave just a little extra on the table so no one felt taken.

And quick.