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, Monthly Updates, The Changing Seasons

What’s been happening? Winter ’22

Life here in Tauranga, with time, has increasingly become more familiar with a feeling of belonging.

Gardening, Life at No.22

Pottering around Plot 11 – #2

It is usually safe to say that little happens in the garden scene during winter.