…it’s Spring, the garden is full of lovely colours and it makes my heart happy! Left: Wisteria – it only flowers for a short time and I missed it with the camera last year, so this pic was pretty much … Continue reading
It had to happen. No really, it did. I wrote and published this, a full explanation of my internet-quietness this year (in short: pregnant, baby due in two weeks) and the VERY NEXT MORNING, the baby decides it’s finished baking … Continue reading
Sometimes it takes someone to say something you don’t want to hear to make things happen. I was watching a photography seminar online delivered by an amazing tutor last week, when the topic of blogs came up… needless to say, … Continue reading
I am a bit of a geek… perhaps caused by the very cool (and by cool, I mean ‘so-uncool-I-almost-can’t-handle-it’) pink glasses I started wearing from age nine? Or too much watching the news and reading books? Anyway, it turns out … Continue reading
It seems to me that if you know of a place that is good for collecting seafood, you don’t tell anyone else, lest they sneak in and plunder all your salty treats. So when Kent decided to impress a friend … Continue reading
I’m not a big fan of asking for things… when friends come for dinner and ask what they should bring, the answer is always, just your sense of humour. When colleagues ask if I need a hand with something, even … Continue reading
I’m so thrilled we bought a house with a pool – especially now it’s almost warm enough to use. Almost. Cannot wait to jump in! My swimsuit on the other hand, I’m not quite so keen to jump into… as … Continue reading
That’s not a metaphor. I actually have new gumboots. In an ironic situation, until a year ago, we lived on a dairy farm and I traipsed around the paddocks, dodging cow pats and other yucky things in red gumboots with swirls and flowers on them, the pretty kind, designed with a townie in mind. Now we live on what is essentially a large garden in town, where I’m a townie, I have somehow decided the time is perfect to invest in steel-capped, reinforced-sole serious-type gumboots… and they may well be the best thing I’ve brought in ages.
Yeah. I’m so rock’n’roll I’m in love with my protective footwear.
They seem to have given me green thumbs (light green, mind, I’m no… errr… insert famous gardener name here), so I’ve leapt on the chance to plant up a storm… if only I didn’t feel so bad about the worms that have been harmed in the process! That’ll teach them for living in the ground, I suppose.
If you’ve booked me for your wedding, I promise the wellies will stay at home. With the garden. Where they belong. If you haven’t booked me to shoot your wedding yet, why not head over to my website for a peek? It’s a totally gumboot-free zone.
It felt like forever away. It was November 2006 and the news was full of the buzz that New Zealand would host the Rugby World Cup in 2011. I could care less about watching the games themselves, but I did spend plenty of time yarning to Grandad about the games, the players, the refs, the venues… you name it, we were the experts.
The day it hit the news, our conversation was full of excitement and anticipation and I promised him we’d go to the final together. I had previously promised to take him and Grandma to Disneyland, I suspect because I wanted to go (I was about six), but this time it really seemed like something I’d have time to save for and we’d all enjoy.
Now, it feels like forever ago that we shared that excited call… Grandad was already sick at the time, but we were both stubbornly refusing to consider anything would beat him.
He’s the first person I lost who left a big hole in my life and even though it’s been over four years, there’s still a gap where he should be.
Tonight, it all starts, the world will be watching and so will I. With plenty of excitement and a touch of sadness – there’s no way I would wish him back for even a second more of ill health, but there will always be a part of me that would give anything, absolutely ANYTHING, to have a ticket to the final with Grandad.
When I was much younger and living at home, Dad would always growl at me for sitting right in front of the fire, “you’re as bad as the cat!”, he would grumble, before urging me to at least put some more wood on to maintain the toasty warmness I was hogging.
I won’t deny it, I love being warm or even hot… bed, the shower, in front of the fire: they’re all places I prefer not to leave, especially lately when proper winter has descended… and boy did it arrive with a thoroughly chilly and white fanfare last week! The teensy bit of snow that fell at my house did so while I was out and didn’t even have the decency to stick around – I suppose that’s one of few downsides of living sorta close to the sea.
While I do love to be warm, the cold makes me very happy too, because it ultimately leads me back to being warm! There’s the obvious fabulousness of winter coats, but the other, slightly more hard-work perk is this one:
I feel all cosy and warm just looking at that… plus the fire is roaring again. Obviously.