Matariki Moon Time

Matariki Moon Time

As Matariki returns and opens the season when Maori would go into the dark forests to snare birds, I plunge into my own dark to catch new ideas.   For me, winter is a creative season, a time to catch and preserve new life so it can safely gestate in the still earth....
The space between seasons

The space between seasons

The song of the tui had changed. As I walked up the steps to my bach, I took time to pause and listen. No chortles, gurgles or rasps. The tui were singing a clear song, just two notes, one long and one short, with a rising inflection.     This was new. I’d never...
Honouring Last Light

Honouring Last Light

    My granddaughter and I wandered through the park, picking up anything that was dying or dead: tiny pine cones that had been shaken down in the storm before they had ripened, mature cones, silvery sticks, autumn leaves, maple seed balls and more. Here, on the...
Equinox turning

Equinox turning

  The woman sitting next to me at the concert pulled a paper bag out of her handbag. ‘Would you like two pears from my tree?’ This was rather surprising, first as I knew her only slightly and hadn’t seen her for two decades. Second, we were sitting on pews in a...
Preserving and giving

Preserving and giving

  I was on a quest. At first it seemed a simple enough thing to ask: who does home preserving, and has jars of produce that I might photograph?     What would you have said? A few replies arrived on Facebook. Avrael has preserved 17 jars of pears and some apricots,...
First Fruits

First Fruits

    As First Fruits arrives, I am aware of how much ripening is taking place in nature. This is the season when I enjoy luscious tastings of apricots, nectarines, plums and blueberries. It feels wondrous that the sun’s warmth can be stored in such a juicy...