Last week that I was worried that I had become unobservant. I was vigilant enough to spot this lone magenta flower on the Leptospermum scoparium “Red Ensign” which blazed out of the gloom like a beacon, sharing my joy with Hero. However, on closer examination (and with only one pair of glasses between us) we marveled over the mass of buds yet to come then realised with horror that in fact they were seeds, the flowers long gone. How could they have been missed when one flower stood out so proudly? Had I passed by every day and not noticed their dusky beauty? It grated on my soul to the point of late night ruminations. Then it dawned on me; all was well, I had not crossed into the realm of the great unseeing, these pods were the remnants of last year’s crop. Relief: I am still aware of my surroundings. Pleasure: This is important to me. Shame: I am not all that clever.