Despite the fact that it’s sunny and spring-like outside, Poet and I are cuddled on the couch. She’s warm with a fever and sleeping it off. It’s funny, I only thought to myself [...]
As we journey into the last month of winter my thoughts naturally turn to spring; the season of unfurling and renewal. Spring is beautiful around these parts, especially the early, subtle signs; [...]
“A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.” Poet: obligatory ‘first day of preschool’ photo and she opts to pose like a dancer, of course. Carrying her [...]
I think I’m going to come out and say it: I’m getting a little tired of winter. Sure I love the hearty meals, copious cups of tea and snuggling under layers of wool but the novelty [...]
When you have an abundance of citrus fruit and a lack of bench space there’s only one solution: bag it. The ever-so-practical string bag is one of my favourite household items. I usually [...]
more than one fairy? A charm or tizzy of fairies We had planned to have Poet’s party at the local park but come Saturday morning it was cold, blustery and grey clouds were looming. [...]
Sweet little Blake, an apt choice for this post considering he was born in the front seat of his mum’s car 4 weeks ago. This post is part of the Paint the Town Ford challenge in [...]
“A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.” Poet: surrounded by her family and friends on her third birthday, she was overcome with joy as we sang her Happy [...]
“A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.” Poet: after making fresh juice (orange, carrot, celery, beetroot) and drinking it all up, the teatowel was the best [...]
mid-winter sunset incoming waves touch their toes now they’ve got wet socks Love a little haiku. I’ve been writing for most of the week hence I’m a little behind on reading. [...]
I’m on deadline this week – not the best timing considering it’s school holidays but I’m managing to juggle family time, work time, sleep time. It’s funny how I [...]
“A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.” Poet: she followed my into the neighbours garden one cold, cold morning and together we picked lemons. She’s [...]
