meditations on light

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 […]

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two before eight

I walked up to the end of our road this morning (it’s not very far) and struck up a conversation with the man from no. 21. I have long admired the construction of the roof of his house and, this morning, after introducing ourselves, he gave me a tour of his lovely home. Rick is a retired […]

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