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Mucking about in Boats
I have left Wellington, New Zealand – and flew to Tauranga, New Zealand. (Another tree for my carbon co-pay). Then drove to Mount Manganui, which is just around the corner. My little brother – who will always be my little brother even though he has greying hair and towers over his big sister – picked…
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The Carrot Stick Lady
A story for you: As a podcast if you would like to listen in: Listen Here. ‘Tell us the story of the Carrot Lady, Grandma,’ they say. They are like birds or butterflies or crickets – woodland nymphs, these children with my grandfather’s eyes and my mother’s curly hair: hovering, fluttering, their angels lazing in…
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Gardening in the Rain with Wetas
You start to garden, then half way through it begins to rain. So, we embraced the soothing symphony of cold raindrops down the back of the neck. (snort).” This is not an example of sunk cost fallacy”, I said to Senior Son. Though to be fair I think in many cases pushing on is more…
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Do you give yourself permission to just sit?
Yesterday was a travel day. From the hills of Belmont down into the city and out to Miramar in Wellington, New Zealand. Back to Second Son’s City Garden for a few days. It was raining like crazy, so in the afternoon, before the children came home from their various schools – I gave myself a…
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Upgrading the Burbs Garden
Imagine this as a Game Show. (Do they still call them game shows?). I don’t even own a TV so what do I know? We could sell this idea. Make millions! The contestants go down to the local plant shop and while wearing blind folds – using only touch and smell – collect up a…
The Kitchen's Garden 