A winter vision

A winter vision

    A winter vision In the sheltered quiet of winter, a woman is knitting She dreams a future into the stitches She makes sure the colours are bright. She will plant a river bank when the earth warms She is planning a food garden She is planning acts of...
Leaving the land

Leaving the land

    The land was on a grazed hillside, that was struggling to regenerate. When we first saw the bach, a coarse bramble arched across the doorway, and the interior smelt of dead ants. From the deck we saw tall bracken that had sprouted from the bare earth....
No fruiting

No fruiting

This was my karaka tree last year, in a great abundance of fruiting. The ripe berries fed many native birds who visited the high branches, shaking the surplus to the ground, where it peppered the pathways with rich orange plumpness.   This year it’s a very...