we don’t often get really foggy mornings where we live. today it was so thick that it was almost impossible to see—let alone photograph—anything much beyond a couple of metres in front of me. though it did give me the chance to marvel, once more, at the tensile strength (and beauty) of spider silk.
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 […]
Maybe happiness didn’t have to be about the big sweeping circumstances, about having everything in your life in place. Maybe it was about stringing together a bunch of small pleasures. – Ann Brashares
There are definitely worse ways to commute.
There is time for this