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