Bibliophilia

My last night in Wellington was a very pleasant book party in Island Bay (like a tupperware party, but with my books instead of plastic cont...

Book Party, Island Bay

All that I have learned about my 'intuition' boils down to this: if I don't have enough quiet and slow in my daily life to hear ...

So far my stay in Wellington has been preoccupied with getting/staying warm and dry, no easy feat in the biting wet Southerly that blasted t...

I arrived in Wellingon on Saturday morning, just in time for the Saturday morning service at Temple Sinai, my old synagogue. I was invited ...

The vivid memory of my long communion with the sunrise proved invaluable for coping with the crawl down the bottleneck of Auckland motorways...

Having heard Alan Waddell (a delightful sounding gentleman of 90) interviewed on National Radio about his famous website archive of walks I ...

Sunrise over Riponui

Today I had to sneak out for my walk so Jet, the neighbour's dog who recently figured out how to escape his garden, doesn't follow m...

One of my favourite memories of being a little girl was mum driving around the Waikato with my brother and I in the back of the car, chasing...

One of the highlights of a day at home in the country is the post arriving. I'm pretty certain that at 4.30-ish, when the postie does a...

It is almost exactly two years since I celebrated a substantial pay rise by buying some expensive Italian boots. They were on sale, but sti...

Freshly waxed.

One of the things I enjoy most about both of the local free weekly papers (The Whangarei Leader and the Report) is that pretty much every is...

Today I scared (not on purpose) six peacocks out of a pear tree in the orchard. I've seen them around in twos and threes before and for ...