I’m standing near a gate at the end of a driveway, halter and lead rope in hand, heart thumping. I look down the gravel road towards the bend. Waiting. Waiting. Fifteen minutes ago my phone rang and the driver said he was 35 minutes away. So why am I standing here looking…
Panache: (noun) a grand or flamboyant manner; swagger; verve (Macquarie Dictionary) Also, Panache (proper noun): Thoroughbred x Australian Riding Pony…
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There’s a fishpond at my new house. It’s not the style of pond I would put in, but it is there, complete with eleven goldfish of various sizes. It is…
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Or Fred and Ginger to the rescue
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Slowly we emerge on the other side of moving. It feels that. An emergence from the old into the new; a relocation 450 kilometres from the city to a…
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A lot of people make shortbread or gingerbread at this time of year, but I’ve been baking Grandma’s foam biscuits. Put half a cup of milk and a cup of…
A message of distress pings through on my phone from a friend. She’s been swooped by a magpie. Attacked. The message contains expletives. The…
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It’s one of those glorious late spring days when the ground still harbours moisture, and the sun is not yet burning hot. Everything in my garden is…
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