Becoming a good gardener has always been a dream. My grandparents had this amazing allotment on the outskirts of Amsterdam. My mother is forever creating beautiful spaces wherever she goes. And me, for most of my life, I have had a brown thumb. Why? Well, foremost, learning how to waterRead More →
Dreams are wondrous things. Yes, even those that we have during sleep, should we remember, for often they inspire. But more, I’m thinking on the opportunity to pursue a dream. A dream to do ~ something. As the famous Martin Luther King inspired, ‘I have a dream’. We should allRead More →
The weekend brought the sounds of playing children, sawing, lawn mowing, and ‘merde’. And I for one couldn’t stop laughing at the sounds of spring. It was a gorgeous sunny weekend. The sort that begs you to be outside. So I was. Pumpjack was even seen more than usual, leavingRead More →
Rest in Peace little Pi. In the blink of an eye life becomes death. It is times like these that remind me how precious moments, and memories, are. It’s a reminder to take the time, to savour the times with those around me. Thursday, last week, was spent as normal.Read More →
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