Tag: Dad

Palangi

Palangi

We got there early coz Dad couldn’t wait to see his sis. Dad parked up and rushed out of the rain. He asks this palangi, …

 

355 – The Power of Tea

355 – The Power of Tea

Wrinkles are the tattoos we wear made with ink mixed from blood and charcoal made from the tree of life. How often in life do you …

 

353 – Overnight

353 – Overnight

Mud kicked off Eddie’s boots stuck like brown shit to the bleached strainer post. With one eye on the leaden clouds he flicked himself over …

 

341 – Winning wars

341 – Winning wars

Mum some how seems better this morning. This doesn’t make much sense, because she’s had a stroke. She somehow is hanging in – winning her …

 

334 – Exotic fruit

334 – Exotic fruit

Mmmm-mmm — Chilean guavas. I love fruit, and I’ve always had a particular attraction exotic fruit. As kids Mum would never buy us fireworks for …

 

320 – Crab apple jelly

320 – Crab apple jelly

Saturday. I think about sleeping in, but instead I get up and make a start on converting a stash of crab apples into jelly. Crab …

 

298 – A good man.

298 – A good man.

He was a good man. A strong man. A hard working man. A loving man. A family man. A man fighting to eke out a …

 

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 …