Musings, New Zealand, Poetry

We knew a dog named Blue

During winter's wetter and cooler days, photo sorting seems a constructive way to idle away a few hours. One such day, I came across an image of an old mate who wasn't very photogenic.

Life at No.22, New Zealand

The Sweet Allure of Baking

Years ago, baking was a regular weekly event in our home, though as the years passed, travel took over, and the waistlines grew, so out went the baking until now.