Like every other year I’ve tackled Christmas like a bull in a china shop dashing around at the last minute to get those festive preparations sorted. My best laid plans with copious to do lists seemed to get lost under the debris on my desk. I have tried hard... It’s a sure sign of neglect in the garden when things start to go to seed. I can’t help myself though as the seed heads are a work of art which I find brings character to the garden. Well that’s my story and I’m sticking to it! My first... I swear that I saw the pine trees in the forestry block next foor growing inches before my very eyes this week. It’s ideal growing conditions, warm and wet – quite tropical really in a Wellingtonian sort of way.  I was excited to know what was... The flowers on the Rock Rose only last a day or so. They flourish and then die away until another flush of colour arrives another day. With the daysmrattling past at breakneck speed. It’s like a pink blur out of the window. The whirlwind carries on inside... 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... 