Many moons ago, she roamed Rotorua, and I named her Holly.
Category: Musings
Opinions, rantings, a view of our world and my life.
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.
Life at No. 22 