I sometimes wonder when I was born if Mum walked home from the hospital, pushing me in the hand-me-down pram of my siblings. Growing up without a family car is an integral, carefree, delightful part of who I am – Continue reading “Locked in and kept out?”
Category: Tales & Ponderings
Strip Shopping
As the sun starts to set on Saturday afternoons, it is time for Happy Hour, a tradition my husband and I try to uphold. We stop, sit quietly and savor a beer and a glass of wine while we reflect on the past week. Sometimes Continue reading “Strip Shopping”
Small + less = more
Mine is the larger suitcase, purple with orange trim which I chose because it is purple, bright and easy to recognise. His is slightly smaller, light brown with a lime green trim and both are decorated with colourful scarves, braided strips of coloured wool and several unusual luggage tags. The reason I mention the suitcases is because Continue reading “Small + less = more”
Decades apart
We were young children, probably 6 or 7 years of age, in the same class at school in a small regional town with only a few vehicles on the road. I do not remember Continue reading “Decades apart”
Precious Water
As I gaze out through the ceiling to floor clear glass windows which encompass the room, I am mesmerised by the tiny drops of rain gently falling on the trees, shrubs, plants, grass and pathways of the magnificent gardens. Tiny new-born birds returning to their nests high in the trees delight in the freshness of this life-giving water. I sense the cleansing power of the soothing rain and am captivated by the shape of the drops as I watch them slowly touch Continue reading “Precious Water”
Pretty what?
Can you hear it? That’s the sound of my family and friends groaning “Oh here she goes again, the queen of grammar” and I chuckle Continue reading “Pretty what?”
My Christmas Window
Wake up. Time to get up. It is the middle of the night and I’m sleeping. Wake up. Why? The light in my bedroom has been turned on and I hear my mother’s voice calling me. Drifting, trying so hard to wake up, I am confused, then suddenly I remember – Continue reading “My Christmas Window”
