There was a time when the word creative made me think of people who cleverly whipped up knitted scarves or intricate patchwork quilts. Or I thought of bohemian types…
Trading and swapping home-made, home-grown or home produced food is something that brings me endless joy. It has far more meaning than any cash transaction and tends to open…
When school finished for Term 3 and the holidays started I had big plans. Plans to get my house into order, perhaps clean some windows, pack up a neglected…
When I reminisce about my childhood one of the strongest memories I have is of shearing time. There were dusty days spent behind mobs of sheep and in the…
Today I find myself in this shiny new blogging space which feels something like settling into a new kitchen. I am still finding my way around; working out the…
