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Back to Busy – ness
I am off again. By the time you read this I will be in the air on the first of my three flights home. When I get home I will cut off my nails, pack away my good boots. Shoo the spiders out of my gumboots and begin again. The first order of business will…
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Rugged
I am staying at my Youngest Son’s house now – with him and his beautiful new wife and child – on the other side of the hill to Senior Son. With my relocation the weather turned on its heel, the warmth scuttled for cover and we are now being blasted with strong cold winds. And on this…
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Life as a Wall
A climbing wall. As you can see from the lead image even children can climb this wall. Little tiny children. Yesterday my daughter suggested going to a climbing wall in Lower Hutt, Wellington, New Zealand. She said: Give it a try. I said: I am too tired. She said: But you must. I said: I have no shoes. She…
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Shopping in Wellington
No! Not for clothes. No point in doing that. No point in shopping for clothes unless it is a new carhart jacket. When I get back to the farm it will be work clothes all the way – until January when I return to New Zealand for Senior Son’s wedding. So I am leaving my…
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A garden in the city
Up the back of a lovely old house, on a hill in Mirimar, in Wellington, New Zealand – is a wild garden. Wild. You could get lost in this garden. So I did. (You can tell I am talking to my middle sister on the phone in that picture. My back is very straight. You have…
The Kitchen's Garden 