Continue reading “The Little Blue Boat”
‘Careful’ said mum, as the little blue boat rocked in my pudgy fingers. Great paddle of her hand scooped it up; beached it back on the shelf and left me adrift in a sea of sentiment.
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 “A Scent of the Past”
How did it escape the fire?
Continue reading “Creature Comforts”
Sara* had come to live with us a few months prior. Arrived on our doorstep, hidden between layers of oversized black clothing, with downcast eyes and nowhere else to go.
So we invited her in.
Continue reading “The Lilac Timetable”
When I woke up Granny had grinned at me from the glass on the washbasin, now her teeth are wedged in a piece of marmalade toast. I know she won’t bite but am wary of this person who a week ago was a relative stranger.
Continue reading “Winds of Change”
I’ve been here before … a city shut down; daily lives disrupted and uncertainty about the future.
Continue reading “The Lonely Fly”
Then the silence would be broken …
And the gymnastics and shouting begin
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!
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.
Continue reading “Staying Upright”
There was no manual. Most of it was self-explanatory, since the basic shell is familiar, but it’s those joints, and figuring out which screw goes in what order, that causes angst.