We have been drying flowers all summer with no real idea what we would do with them. I had little bowls with random petals in them dotted all around the old house.Continue reading “Petals and Sweet Baby Smiles”
Sitting beside the river reading a book, the only sounds the gentle grumble of water overContinue reading “River Reading”
Nestled, cozy, ‘neath the fallen leaves
Amidst the pinecone spiral’s spreading seeds
Betwixt the twisted roots of this old tree
Look close, and if you’re lucky, there I’ll be.Continue reading “Painting Mushrooms”
Everything was packed up for weeks and weeks. I hardly remember what is in each box.
I am trying to be very careful with what we allow into our new house. If it doesn’t makeContinue reading “Books and Cookies”
A short distance from our new house, there is a four hour trail through the trees.
Filled with NZ native plants, ferns and fungi, it feels like stepping out of this world and into some prehistoric jungle – but with footpaths.Continue reading “Ferns and Fungi”
“Tiny Tales are not just for big boys, you know”, Robin informed me after last week’s math story was complete,
“Can I have a Tiny Tale, too?”
And those dark-as-coal eyes looked up at me and I said,
“Okay, Bobbin, it’s your turn next”.
So, this week is a Tinier Tale, just the right size for a 4 year old.Continue reading “Tinier Tales – Aggie in the Berry Patch (days of the week)”
When my hands are occupied, my heart ceases its senseless bounding around and settles quietly for a while, like a puppy finally calmed.Continue reading “Home at Last”
It’s scary moving to a new house in a new town when you’re only four.Continue reading “Scared but Not Alone”
I am spent.
I have shrivelled and shed my luminosity.Continue reading “Bloom”