Auckland, Musings, Poetry

She Who Must Be Obeyed

A random moment involving one cat, a red door and my morning walk. Which evolved into a poem from a wannabe poet.

Auckland, Musings, Walks

On a park bench reminiscing

Sitting with the Squire by the duck pond, there was not too much dialogue happening; we were immersing ourselves in what was happening around us.

Life at No.22, Musings

Embrace the Beauty of Morning Sunrises

Down here in the southern hemisphere, we have passed winter and sprung into spring.

Auckland, Monthly Updates, Musings, The Changing Seasons, The Good Fight

Keeping up the Good Fight #4

If I had to give you just one descriptive word that encompasses all my emotions during September