The very first time I flew into Wellington over 13 years ago I was terrified. Flying in closer to the sea and houses but no runway in sight. Eventually the wheels touched down on the runway but no understanding of where the terra firma sprung from. It’s... I was watching a family of ducks swimming this weekend. There was a small breakaway of ducklings but their mother soon rallied them around and led them downstream, down a small rapid and around the corner to quieter water. It was a bit hair-raising for the little... There is no Shakespearean tragedy when it comes to the Othello Rose. It is instead big, bold and blousey in a romantic sort of way. The flowers are large, a handful in fact. Just the right size to cup and gently hold whilst you give is a good sniff. I... Work this week has been like a shadow I can’t shake off. Every time I turn around it’s there. Watching me, taunting me. Daring me to twist and turn to see if I can shake it off. Despite my best efforts I still haven’t cleared the decks this... Unlike kiwi rail, summer has had the audacity to arrive early this year. When I opened the curtains this morning at 0600 the sun was already our to play shining across the tops of the mountains and making the herbs and salads in the potager glow. 1 December (tomorrow)... 