Continue reading “Cheap and Cheerful”
Second hand clothing may be cheap but my self-worth is now priceless.
Continue reading “A Scent of the Past”
How did it escape the fire?
Continue reading “A Banana of a Journey”
How can I un-taste what my tongue has sampled … and enjoyed?
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.
It’s the seagulls that alert me. When there’s a swarm of them close to shore, I know what’s arriving in my home port in Lyttelton, New Zealand. They fight and cackle and I stand at my window watching fishermen off load their catch …
… or I used to.
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.
Solitary. Survival. Substitute .Continue reading “Boarding School Fears”