These slow and fast days, they are so bittersweet. Every minute is endless and then suddenly another year is gone by.
Gather your berries and blossoms and leaves To make magic potions that smell so sweet. Stain your small fingers, your apron, your knees Then offer the perfumes to all that you meet.
Do you think things will ever go back to normal? Is normal even what we want, really?
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.