Fiddlesticks and Fiddleheads
Continue reading “Fiddlesticks and Fiddleheads”I imagine holding a fiddlehead in my hand – it’s light and fragile but weighty with comfort. At the moment we’ve been called to return to our homes, to seek safety within the fold but, in time, we will emerge into a new
beginningnormal.
Winds of Change
Continue reading “Winds of Change”I’ve been here before … a city shut down; daily lives disrupted and uncertainty about the future.
The Lonely Fly
Continue reading “The Lonely Fly”Then the silence would be broken …
And the gymnastics and shouting begin
Garden Progress
Continue reading “Garden Progress”When I’m feeling that it’s all too hard and the garden still looks scrappy, I get my photos out to remember how far we’ve come.
Finding the Wood through the Trees
Continue reading “Finding the Wood through the Trees”I’ve inherited my love of gardening from very distant relatives. Assuming I am a ‘rational animal’ that is – because I have my doubts!
Gardening and Community
Continue reading “Gardening and Community”While busily sorting two areas of my garden today I apologised out loud to a beetle scurrying around my paintbrush. You see I had disturbed his entire composting community in order to access these fences for staining and he was at a loss for where to now call home.
