On a spring day, the westerly wind, alongside poetic thoughts, inspired me to keep going.
Category: Life at No.22
The Fiesty Feline
Many moons ago, she roamed Rotorua, and I named her Holly.
Tauranga – 1963
There was something to celebrate in 1963
An Engaging Tui
As spring enters her own, blooms open, and nectar is there for the taking, and the Tui sings lustily with another lick.
Local Hike – Ngamuwahine Loop Track
Last November, I told myself, let's get back into it; how hard can it be? I am reasonably fit, and I love being out in the bush. Then half marathon training took over; now it's not; and warm weather is on the way. Getting ahead of myself, let me start from the beginning.
Life at No. 22 