Carry water

Carry water

In the dry heat at the bach, at first I flop.  But the garden is crying with dryness. Weakened plants attract pests. The tomatoes have a serious thirst.And so I begin to carry water, bucket after bucket, up the steps and into the garden. I’m glad I’m...
Parched

Parched

 Finally, having found the last mistakes and given my approval to Hong Kong, the printing press is clicking over, and my pages are being printed.It’s been exhausting, being not only a writer but now a publisher (like so many writers, I’m now going it...
Taking refuge

Taking refuge

 As I do another round of proof-reading, this time the ‘dye-lines’ from Hong Kong (I wrote sky-lines so you can tell where my thoughts are drifting to), my mind is wandering. The dye-lines are a mockup of the whole book, but at a low and slightly...
Greening again

Greening again

Huia lies on the southern side of the Waitakeres. It is named after a bird, which is now extinct.How to care for this beautiful earth of ours was a subject very much on the minds of the seventy people, including families with young children, who gathered to camp,...
A big sigh

A big sigh

  Summertime, and a big sigh could be heard along the coast; a sigh like the tide going out, and then lazily swishing in again. . . That big sigh was me, breathing in relief to know that my book has safely arrived in Hong Kong today, after flying through...
Welcoming Esmeralda

Welcoming Esmeralda

 She has arrived, and deserved a special welcome. So I cleared my desk, which was bearing the evidence of much activity, with piles of papers everywhere. I cleaned the desk too, and brought in special objects. Because Esmeralda is going to make life a lot easier...
Making marks

Making marks

 Making a mark. It’s such a basic urge, and when I’m at the beach, I can’t resist. The sand is so yummy to carve in, and there are plenty of sharp shells around to make the perfect markers.  Mira can’t resist either. At four and a...