“What are those phallic looking ones there?” my friend Kathryn asks. “They’re Echiums, the bees love them. Echium cobalt towers I’d say. I’ve got some in my garden. If you stand near them on a sunny day, it’s so loudy-buzzy.” “Loudy-buzzy? Is that a word?” I make a sound a bit like a closed mouth … Continue reading Dandenong Ranges Botanical Gardens, A place of friendship, beauty and healing
The golden afternoon light shines into the living room. I love this time of day. My pattern says there should be 240 stitches by the end of the row. “Nobody talk to me for a minute,” I announce, “I’m counting.” Ah, dear. Too late now, I realise I’ve made a school girl error – never … Continue reading Mum’s Caff
The Florida morning is warm and the sea is calm. Just like every day since Harry and I arrived at Key West. Walking onto the marina we look at each with excited grins and agree that it’s perfect weather for a sailing trip. I love looking at the boats and can’t help feeling a bit … Continue reading That Time I Thought I Might Die at Sea
Meet JaneJane is struggling to keep things togetherJane reaches out looking for helpThe People shake their heads and say I know it’s tough isn’t it?It’s normal,We’re all struggling.The People say Selfcare is the answer, are you looking after yourself?Jane asks What is selfcare?The People tell her to go away on a weekend alone, go on a date, take … Continue reading Once there was a Village, now there is Selfcare
“Oh dear, I think we might be lost,” says Nanna. Poppy wakes from her daydeam and turns sharply to her grandmother. The faint ghost of a smile removes any tiny spark of fear that they could be in danger. “Oh no! What are we going to do? How’ll we get home?” Poppy plays along. Nanna … Continue reading Nanna, Fanta and Withering Looks
Went for the Hot Springs, will return for the cottage After yet another long, wretched stint in lockdown, Husband man and I were in great need of a holiday. Somewhere to relax, and reconnect and forget for just a while, our failed attempts at home schooling our recalcitrant children. The last time we’d been away as … Continue reading Silverleaf Cottage
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