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....
Ngāhuru – Harvest

Ngāhuru – Harvest

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...

Bright festivals

    On a wet August morning last week, my readers surprised me. I had put a question to those who had come from the northern hemisphere to live here in Aotearoa New Zealand: ‘What were the hardest things about adjusting to our southern seasons’?  ...