Writing, photography and gardening highlights. Optimism in sustainability.
Continue reading “Judicious Neglect of My Veggie Garden”I’m practising judicious neglect in my garden this year – leaving the coriander to flower and go to seed instead of chopping it down after it’s culinary use by date; growing a head of broccoli amongst the tomatoes; allowing strawberry runners to escape their patch: in short mixing plantings up.
Continue reading “Garden Fun and Introspection”That calm was shattered by a million pieces of broken china. I’m nothing but predictable on trips away, and need the addition of excitement on the agenda.
Continue reading “Companion Planting With Mrs B”We’re an unusual duo who share the same garden to plate principles, though I have to ignore her appalling table manners. She pokes and picks away at her food, leaving debris everywhere and gets hopping mad if I interrupt her dining. I’m learning to keep this behaviour from ruffling my feathers while graciously cleaning up after her.
Continue reading “Moving Through the Trash”This move came with baggage. Not the boxes of household gear (they were easy to shift), but piles of paper folders holding records of notes from our decade long mission to return to a site twisted and ravaged by earthquakes.
Continue reading “Out of Reach”She’s an explorer, a biologist, a philosopher … and, in the sunshine, a precious jewel with crown of silver filaments; golden wrinkles and ruby kisses.
Continue reading “Cheap and Cheerful”Second hand clothing may be cheap but my self-worth is now priceless.
Continue reading “A Banana of a Journey”How can I un-taste what my tongue has sampled … and enjoyed?
Continue reading “New Urban Edible Garden – review”It’s the ‘feel’ of my established garden that I dream about. I want her to nourish bodies with food; soothe souls with pretty and fill minds with wonder.
Recall by recall we re-built the road to ourselves.
Memory by memory re-constructed a home.
Continue reading “Transparency – notes on a photo-project”I fought with the notion of seeing my ageing parents as a ‘project’. It seemed unethical, callous even, and preserving their dignity is a priority to me.
How do you explain the horrendous to ears that don’t want to hear? You write it, make pictures of it, sing it, dance it – use all devices to connect with the emotions – to tell the stories in different ways.
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