Wild weather is sweeping the country at the moment and Sophie and I took a moment to stop for lunch on the south coast. From the comfort of the car we watched the ‘ba dooms!’ as the waves crashed on the rocks. Needless to say, all ferry crossings were cancelled! We’re rugging up and keeping…
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Twinkle, twinkle in the night
Lights glittered through the trees and music throbbed in the warm, night air. Small hands fumbled with car-seat buckles. They couldn’t wait to escape the confines of the car and be amongst the music and lights. As soon as their feet touched the ground their bodies started moving to the music. Running down the fern…
Eyes as fresh as a new dawn
Her smile rises before her eyelids have even opened. She feels the warmth of the new day filtering through the blinds and hears the melodic birds in the garden. Stretching out her arms, and letting out an involuntary sigh of peaceful happiness, she reaches over to her mother’s warm body. She’s there. Eyes bright and…
Drowning in a sea of paper
The lounge coffee table, once perfectly polished and gleaming, adorned with fresh flowers and a chosen book or two of the moment has long gone. Underneath are drawers of stickers, stamps, stencils and colouring books. The surface is pot holed and well loved. Glitter, scratches and pen marks hide under a ton of work in…
Time to Chill and Eat Cake
Term three is coming to a close, And these three can’t help but strike a pose. For though they’re happy stepping out on their own, They are only too happy to strut together in town. Weekends of ballet and swimming take a break, It’s time for us to chill and eat some cake. No rushing…
Rediscovering ‘me’
After a brief stint in New Zealand of a year and a half from 1997 to 1998, Dan and I traveled back to the UK for a wonderful year. We were married in 1999 and within a few month’s after our wedding Dan was invited to return to New Zealand to work for one of…
A little bench where I like to sit
I have a little bench, outside our backdoor. It’s sheltered from the wind and rain and it’s where I like to sit and think. I look up at the changing sky, the mostly ever-green trees and watch the season’s change. Listening to the cicadas in summer and the birds cavorting with one another. I think…
2007 – A Year to Dream
Just before New Year’s Eve I dreamed of a rose growing around the pine tree that stands tall and erect in our garden. It was the most magnificent rose I had ever seen. It’s stem encircled the tree and rose it’s heady scent to the sky. I woke up the next morning, with Sophie snuggled…