Many moons ago, she roamed Rotorua, and I named her Holly.
Category: Musings
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.
A Genial Gardener
A tribute to Uncle Danny, a man I only knew for approximately a quarter of his 80+ years, though the Squire knew him all of his.
Uncle Fred & The Whitebait Season
Sometimes Spring isn't always about those pretty blossoms.
Nostalgia can be a seductive liar
Past images draw us in seductively before we are aware of that happening; we are reminiscing and perhaps wishing that we were back in the day of that event.
