Here in Victoria where I live, on the edge of leafy outer Melbourne, our lockdown has been extended for yet another week. That’s the fourth time this past year. I’ve lost track of the number of days. So, I’ve been out walking again. To be honest I’ve never walked as much as I have in … More Those We Meet on the Journey
A look back at our summer here in Australia, as we move forward into a new season of hope, light and optimism. … More Goodbye Strange Summer
If only we could live as lightly as animals. Taking what we need and nothing more. They live in sync with nature, can teach us so much and, as pets, bring a world of love and laughter to our lives. Their playful innocence and unconditional love can ground us in todays crazy, uncertain times. This … More Life Lessons from Animals
A tribute to the rambunctious little lamb that wormed her way into our garden and into my heart. … More Remembering Lamby
I have a confession to make. I’m not a very good mum. In fact I’m neglectful, thoughtless and sometimes I wonder how I could possibly deserve the awesomeness in my life. How else can I explain leaving Harry in the car overnight, for thirteen hours?
Remember sweet Lamby? Our rambunctious little lamb, who left for greener pastures in the country six months ago. She’s baa ack. Only she’s not quite so little these days. And she seems to have adopted some baaad arse behaviours. She’s a fully fledged sheep, with a girth as wide as a woolly mammoth and a … More No Sheepish Matter
Don’t rub me up the wrong way. I can be feisty and a bit temperamental, but stroke me just right and I’ll purr in your hands. I’m not overly fussed about pedicures and manicures but I do like the odd pamper. Oh yes, I’m a sucker for a massage. Must be a female thing. Give … More Female and Fabulous
It’s nearly winter in Melbourne but today, on the second day of May, I got an overwhelming urge to spring clean.
I had an extra passenger in my car yesterday. A totally unexpected one. I was driving to work when he made his presence felt. There he was, on my half wound down window, inside, a big fat hairy Huntsman, the size of my hand, looking me straight in the eye.
Just when I thought I’d finished posting about Lamby, along comes this prompt: Green.