Waimate bin day - whispered wisdom

It's that sort of day

when the rubbish bins stay outside till late.

Once emptied, they now fill with rain

and wind-walk the pavement,

looking for a home.

The weather hisses

"Yeah..., just try it!"

and so we stay inside

with our cats.

Rain lashes at the windows

as if it is trying to tickle the house into submission

and the Southerly salutes

like a crowd watching the school bully.

I turn up the heater,

warming,

my hands gather around another cup of coffee,

and whisper and sip

the wisdom

that McKenzie bins are doing it tougher.

Waimate

Thursday, 27th of August 2026