Grandad Ballard and with the assistance became a market gardener when he was given the opportunity to buy fertile land in Gisborne after the war. With Nana's helping hands they grew an abundance of kumara.
Category: Musings
Opinions, rantings, a view of our world and my life.
An Inspiring Woman
Instead of focusing on how much further we must go for equal rights. I will concentrate on one extraordinary woman.
Ronaldo
There are times when reading the local newspaper ignites a smile. Today, was one of those times and prompted this poem.
The Murky Depths of Dementia
He’s jumping into the puddles.
Rain on me
Walking along muddy trails. listening to the beat of raindrops, nostrils filled with freshened air, catching drops on my tongue - beats a moment of sitting indoors clean and dry.
Life at No. 22 