it’s christmas morning. there’s a tray of freshly risen croissants baking in the oven, nic’s mum is out for a walk and i’m vacuaming white kanuka blossoms off the floor. all to no avail as fresh dustings of blossom snow on the floor with each puff of wind through the open door. i light white […]
not many words these days. in winter skies kaleidoscopes of light stir me to the depths of love. what more is there to say?