Being Sisyphus

Being Sisyphus

As my bones creak and muscles ache I can only imagine this is how Sisyphus would have felt on his quest to push a boulder up a hill. Whilst much of the rest of New Zealand heads to the beach, the lakes or the mountains we stay at home and make our annual effort to...
Transitions

Transitions

I don’t know about you but I’m feeling a little short changed by 2011.  It’s been a good year in so many ways but it has passed in a flash and I don’t feel I’m done with it yet. But that’s time for you, running away at its own...
Blooming marvellous

Blooming marvellous

I had hardly walked in the front door when I was out the back slipping on my gum boots and trying hard not to break into a sprint down the garden steps.  The chickens ran out of the house in hope of a late supper and clucked with disappointment as I trotted past them...
Seasonal schizophrenia

Seasonal schizophrenia

Once again seasonal schizophrenia has hit me.  As we rush headlong into Summer friends and family in the northern hemisphere are buttoning up their winter coats and hunkering down. Christmas is just around the corner but I couldn’t feel less Christmasy if I...
Cherries and other growing battles

Cherries and other growing battles

I hesitate to talk too loudly about dealing with pests in the garden for fear that they may reek their revenge.  The chickens and I have already had a summit on what’s acceptable scratching and what the consequences will be if they persist in flying the coup...