Tag: Dad

119 – My affair with Agapanthus

119 – My affair with Agapanthus

I have a really torrid relationship with Agapanthus. At times it feels very personal and twisted. I love the flower buds, and the young flowers, …

 

117 – After the ecstasy…

117 – After the ecstasy…

My Dad always washed the dishes in our home. His view was that he helped dirty the dishes, therefore he’d help clean up the dishes. …

 

099 – Vegetable rights

099 – Vegetable rights

While waiting for Marica at lunchtime today I noticed either some enterprising soul has planted these cabbage/cauliflower/some other brassica sp. or they’ve some how germinated …

 

092 – All that good wood

092 – All that good wood

When I was a little kid we lived on a farm. Mum and Dad bought the farm, and then apparently, they found me sitting under …

 

088 – Cloud whisperer

088 – Cloud whisperer

I’ve had a pretty uneventful life. Not boring, but everything’s gone along without anything exceptional happening. I came through learning from my parents that I …

 

082 – There’s still time

082 – There’s still time

And it’s whispered that soon if we all call the tune Then the piper will lead us to reason. And a new day will dawn for those …

 

076 – Nuffin beats muffins

076 – Nuffin beats muffins

Confidence, like art, never comes from having all the answers; it comes from being open to all the questions. — Earl Gray Stevens In our house …

 

069 – Weekend work day

069 – Weekend work day

There is an immutable conflict at work in life and in business, a constant battle between peace and chaos. Neither can be mastered, but both …

 

049 – Dew fresh irises

049 – Dew fresh irises

Irises – growing neglected in a pot on the footpath by our tragically ignored garden. Despite my total lack of care beautiful irises – a …