This morning came with quite a frost. My wife announced as she passed by myself and the napping puppy. Oh! My mind awoke properly. That could mean a layer of ice on the bird bath! And some interesting macro shots! … Continue reading
Sometimes it takes a really harsh cut back to return to bloom. This series is in honour of my mother-in-law Liz, who bravely pruned our roses for us when she was last here – and was a little worried she’d … Continue reading
My great great uncle was murdered and eaten by cannibals. 1867. In my recent trip to Fiji I stayed with direct descendants of the Chief who killed and ate him. This part of my family history seems to reverberate through … Continue reading
With Spring’s return this year, I was laid up in bed with some kind of cold/flu thing that prevented me from standing for more than a few minutes at a time. Days later, when I merged myself back into the … Continue reading
2018. Wow, it goes by in a flash, squeezes you of all your energy and then leaves you spat out to recover on your holidays! At least that’s how it felt this year, perhaps due to not being at my … Continue reading
At a time when there is always something to do, to help with and to watch out for….
The prawns need marinating, there’s a few salads to put together, and LOOK OUT, that puppy’s nose is getting a little too close to that tray of sweets! Is she eating another Christmas card?…
I stole a moment to take some photos in the garden. I promise it wasn’t while the dishes were being done.
Here is my refuge. Even from myself. I found a few gem items. They might not be all the ones the gardener themselves would have chosen, but it always works that way with me and my camera. It feels a little like “I see dead people”, but much less creeepy.
Between Old Man’s Beard, Spider Orchids, Cactus and Agave, there were some very sweet moments of solitude in the morning light.
May we all seek to create rather than destroy – around us and inside ourselves!
Every breath of wind leaves a mark on something. Every stirring vibration creates a shift or a ripple leading elsewhere. Every sign of life is a wound. Where it all begins or ends we can’t be sure, only that it … Continue reading