Category Archives: My home
Can this be real? A cactus in flower is a flamenco dancer en flagrante, a seductress over the hill and out of her mind, a bolt of drama delivered in a chromatic punch, a cross-dresser in a cross-fertilising frenzy. Oh … Continue reading
If only you could smell…the sweet peas growing in my garden, filling my kitchen with their wild honey pungency
Guess who I found munching salad-greens in the garden? A melancholy clay beast with shaggy green coat wearing a decidedly odd hat fit for a Royal occasion.
Saturday morning at home and we have visitors! It’s the Little People’s Association support group meeting. I meet the most wonderful people in my line of work and these brave children rank high on that list. The book … Continue reading
Burning hot from our garden a crispy eye-candy crop.