Life at No.22, Poetry

My Heart’s Home

Hello/Kia Ora, Winter. Well, it feels like it, though officially, we're still clinging to autumn.

Musings, New Zealand, Poetry

Grandad’s Patch

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.