Sometimes Spring isn't always about those pretty blossoms.
Uncle Fred & The Whitebait Season
Sometimes Spring isn't always about those pretty blossoms.
Category: Musings
Opinions, rantings, a view of our world and my life.
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.
Flying High into the Night’s Sky
Dedicated to a man who made me think and smile, even if I did disagree with his viewpoint, and to my beautiful-hearted cousin, kia kaha.
Getting all Fancy on a Cycle
In September, more than 200 cities worldwide, including Istanbul, Paris, Vancouver, Berlin and London, and wonderfully Tauranga, will also host the most vivid women-created event.
The Estuary
I think this poem quite apt for this morning as I'm about to walk out the door heading in that direction.
Life at No. 22 