My kids spent an awful lot of time playing with lego when they were younger. I’m sorting it out to store it until someone wants to play again and discovered that the sound of scrabbling in the lego box is very soothing. No doubt because for many years that was the sound of
The evening glow lights up the power pole outside my house. Ordinarily a grey lump of concrete, for a tiny window of time, it turns a wonderful rose gold colour. If I’m lucky I look out at exactly the right time to enjoy its ten minutes of splendour.
I have a new bathroom (which seems like a terribly grownup thing to do) and the old bath with rusty strip down the edge has been replaced with a shiny new one. I tested it out with a podast (Esther Perel) and I am reminded that taking a bath is a very relaxing
I have a little spatula son on my kitchen window sill. He stands in for the real thing (who doesn’t live at home any more) and smiles at me while I make tea. He’s way more fun than a photo in a frame.
While the grey cupboards doors in my kitchen are not my cup of tea, the pineapples I stencilled one day still make me smile four years later. I did it on a whim using kids paint and a toy roller, but it brought some colour and fun into the room. One day I
Indoor plants are fussy creatures. They require more attention than I give them and often end relegated to the veranda, presumed dead. But sometimes, they make a remarkable recovery despite being ignored, and come back with vibrant green vigour (and minus the fuzzy white bug). I discovered this morning that my exiled Elephant
One crop of broad beans means broad beans in perpetuity. This year’s crop I put zero effort into, except for harvesting a big box this morning. Thank you for feeding me, mother nature.
I don’t know what all the cool people do on a Saturday night, but I’ve been home baking. All by hand – it doesn’t take long and I enjoy the feel of the dough in my fingers. Now my whole house smells delicious and comforting.
The vacant house next door to my friend’s place has a front yard bursting with gorgeous pink roses. Given there’s no-one there to enjoy them, I brought a few home and popped them in my favourite vase to give them the adoration they deserve.
It sounds like an English pub name, but here it’s the result of serendipitous neighbourly gardening. The folks next door grow beautiful roses that I get to admire over the fence through the curtain of grape vines on my side.
