Category: Writing

Day for Giving Thanks is Tomorrow

All of my American readers will be frightfully busy.  Kitchens will already be groaning with fresh food, the clank of saucepans being heaved up out of the  pot cupboard that can never stay straight. ( Just shut the doors fast with your foot.) They…

Because it’s right, not might or fright .. just right.

My first real holiday job when I was 15 was cleaning in a private surgical hospital.  I wore a green nylon uniform, with two pockets and my school shoes. (We only had two pairs of shoes in those days and I could not wear…

Strange lights in the night.

Caught betwixt and between.Yesterday I saw this leaf hanging way up high, hanging by a thread in a tree where it does not even belong.  Just visiting.  As I was shooting it lifted and simply blew away. Last night it was windy and one…

Netball: The other New Zealand Sport.

Now if you thought rugby was popular. Check out netball. If you go to New Zealand in the winter you will pass girls playing netball often. So Focus. I need to say right now that I know almost as much about netball as I…

Banty the Bantam Rooster

Did I tell you about my mother’s rock gardens? I think I did.  At the big house on the beach. You will remember that Dad said he would place a rock once then shift it once, then he was done. My Mother loved rocks….

being bad: that bad

Have you ever woken up in the morning and thought. Today I am going to be BAD. That is IT! I am sick of being good. I have had quite enough of that!  I want to be bad.  I am going to be as…

Moving Day.. from my Summer Study to the Winter Studio in the Loft

Celia over on her lovely blog has this very sweet idea. She suggests that we post shots of our favourite things in our kitchens. I am going to do this again next month after I have had the autumn tidy up. But today I…

Monday Morning Farm

This is what I saw when I began the chores this morning. A cat sleeping in my shopping bags. You know the bags that you pause on the verandah. The plan being  to  stow them back in the car later. Then they never make…

So, one day we put on a play

The basketball hit the fluourescent light bulb the very moment I stepped through the classroom door, as the new drama teacher. Glass confetti tinkling to my feet. Slightly alarmed I stood my ground as two tall teenage rugby players rushed me, dodging at the…