Writing, photography and gardening highlights.
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 – Unable to Visit Mum”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 – Dressing Second Hand”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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Continue reading “Street Photography BC”During lockdown I’ve had plenty of time to trawl through my street photos. But with some of them I now instinctively flinch and pull myself away from the subjects.
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.
A Bright Spot 
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