“The eternal God is your refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms.” Deuteronomy 33:27
Ko ngā putiputi whero-pīngao e whakaaturia ana i te mara i tēnei ata i te rā whakamātao
(Pink-red flowers are displayed in the field this morning on a foggy day.)
Something unexpected or uncertain about my old Facebook account may be restored today or over the weekend. What is the story about my old Facebook account?? In March 2024, someone hacked and made a big fat lie to the Meta Service that I breached the community standard. I sent the report about someone who did not comply with the community standard guidelines, but the Meta Team believed that hacker instead of my report. They shut down and blocked my Facebook account. Yes, they failed this, and now, in the end, the Meta team realised it was not my fault; it was the hacker, so how foolish was the Meta Service. Never mind. Yesterday, I saw the news from the Meta Service that their service was the best vote for making disability more inclusive – what is the heck? I disagree, and there is more work for D/deaf people and persons with disabilities over friendly accessibility, the need for human contact support lines, and less language to allow anyone to navigate around social media.
Shifting back, I see the Magnolia trees in the chilly sunshine today. It is a sign of late real winter and Spring on the way.
Ka whiti te rā ki ngā putiputi whakakaha, ā, ka whakararuraru i te tirohanga pai i te wā o te hōtoke whakamutunga
(The sun shines on the beautiful flowers and gives us an excellent sight of the display during the late winter.)
We have three more Magnolia trees—one old tree with new leaves finally coming out from the bottom trunk and two young shrubs—which are a bit of a worry and will need care.
“I’ve always loved magnolia trees and their blooms – there’s something so beautiful about a magnolia blossom. It demands attention, and you can’t help but love those big, creamy petals and that fragrant smell.”
Whenever I am working and travelling to Hamilton and other towns around Waikato, I am always delighted to see our home with flowers displayed in the fields, at the driveway entrance, and by the side door, where our dogs wait keen to get out by greeting me or my partner or even both of us during the weekend.
When the first light of sun, Bless you. When the long day is done, Bless you. In your smiles and your tears, Bless you. Through each day of your years, Bless you.
Ko te whakatūwhera o ngā oranga ki ngā rākau, ngā rauaroha me ngā pūrerehua ia tau
(It is like a rebirth of lives in trees, shrubs and flower bulbs each season.)
May the sun shine all day long, everything go right and nothing wrong. May those you love bring love back to you, and may all the wishes you wish come true.
Life in Eureka 