Joan Didion
When there are writers like this in the world. People, thinkers, feelers. Why bother interjecting, commenting, writing. This is what there is to say. And this is how to say it.
Boy Bakes Cupcakes
If you want to eat cupcakes, first you must learn to bake cupcakes 🙂 Chocolate cupcakes, of course! Then, you must eat them by the fire, while playing war games involving the constant battle for the territory of Greenland, and sipping tea.
Tangelo Dreams
Sunday was a lazy day: the first we’ve had in a long time. We stoked the fire, read the papers, indulged ourselves in a long breakfast of conversation. And later, I baked cupcakes. I used to bake cupcakes every week, for the children. It was a ritual I loved. Something … Continue reading
Return to Tibrogargan
We went back, on a quieter, cooler day, and with beautiful boy in tow. Here we are contemplating the horizon. Boy, ever the gentlemen, is the one with the backpack.
Back to Black
Damn! Why doesn’t music – or any other artfrom – truly sustain and nourish those who love it? RIP Amy Winehouse.
Mount Tibrogargan
Took an afternoon yesterday, in the crisp, clear winter air, to walk the Trachyte Circuit at Mount Tibrogargan. A warming two-hours strolling through eucalypt and melaleuca forest, casuarina groves, woodland and heathland. The path is flat and largely flat, compacted clay and sandy soil. A pleasure to walk. Unfortunately, the … Continue reading
Avoir un coeur d’artichaut
One at a time, prepare the artichokes as follows: Remove the stem by bending it at the base of the artichoke until it snaps off, thus detaching with the stem any tough filaments which may have pushed up into the heart. Break off the small leaves at the base of … Continue reading
For My Daughter
… on her thirteenth birthday. Welcome to your teenage years. May the Birthday Fairy grant you the grace and the courage to be yourself, and the strength to search for and grab hold of your dreams. You are a truly amazing young woman, with a rich and exciting future ahead … Continue reading
April Means … Porridge
This morning, it was cool enough – after a weekend of drizzling rain, including a blissful Sunday afternoon by the fire – to break out the oats. There’s something wonderfully satisfying about the first bowl of porridge for the year. The winter veges are planted, the grass has stopped growing … Continue reading