On grief
A poorly-timed accident sends me spinning.
A poorly-timed accident sends me spinning.
Take some old toys, a new hobby, and a dash of creativity.
This Father’s Day, I’m looking at the values I gained as my father’s daughter.
A comforting baked pudding that uses whatever fruit is in season. Simple enough for a weeknight.
I know we all joke we’re two-degrees of separation from anyone else in New Zealand. But Richard and I have closer links to the land we live on than we could have imagined.
Spending less time in the garden, and still harvesting from it by letting nature do the gardening for me.
We’ve a new friend at The Outpost. An Airedale Terrier named Hine Toa.
He asked me to marry him! The story of how Richard and I got engaged.