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August 20, 2017February 19, 2018 The Green Garden

Five years on: the space between

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There and back again

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The Very Adventurous Grandma. Once upon a time, a Grandma lived upon a street in the North of England. One day, in the middle of the night, ‘Pop’ the little Grandma hopped in a taxi and went to the airport. She was feeling adventurous. On Wednesday, she flew to Dubai and on through the night across the earths sky. On Thursday, well there was no Thursday - Thursday disappeared somewhere over India in amongst some bad movies, inflight meals and international date lines. And then on Friday, the very brave Grandma, landed in Sydney, then flew to Wellington, cleared customs, gave hugs to long missed grandchildren, got stuck in a traffic jam, ate a little tea, drank a celebratory beer and went to bed. That night, the very adventurous Grandma was tired. On Saturday, the very adventurous Grandma was feeling much better. Now she sat on the beach under an umbrella in the South Pacific and watched the grandkids swim. Yes, this will do nicely, she thought. A beautiful summer ahead.
Got a full soul payment for a slow and sweaty Saturday morning jog. Thank you very much planet. 🌏 ✌️ 🏃‍♀️
Cocazelle zucchini is truly a go-go! Cocazelle is an heirloom Italian zucchini, beautiful stripes, and more flavourful and nutty than the more commercial greenskin. Thanks @sethasseeds for another wonderful addition to our summer harvests! She’s beautiful!
The best of times with the best of friends. We hiked through the bush to the hut and then lazed together for hours on the sunny shores of the river. Surrounded by native forest and watching our boys busy themselves with everything one can do with a riverstone, the busy world seemed many eons away. We played cards by candlelight and fell asleep soon after the sun. A true soul filler.
One of our dear Rhode Island chickens is clearly upset about the crazy spring wind, and gave us this rather sweet little fairy egg in poultry protest.
🎶 It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas! 🎶 My Mum adored this time of the year. She passed away when I was 14, and so the festive season is always soaked in precious childhood memories of her. Of her hands making Christmas pies, of her listening to Boney M’s Mary’s Boy Child, of her festooning trees and sills with decorations, of her laying out bowls of nuts in their shells - inexplicably, the only time of the year we all got to use a nutcracker. Now that I am the one staying up late to get this festive show on the road, I know that the love for Christmas is really only fuelled by the great love I have for my boys. That love saw me into the small hours last night, gluing 24 toilet rolls together and secreting notes inside each one. That’s a powerful petrol, no doubt about it! So, my childhood memories of our house coming alive with special decorations and foods and treasures, are full too now of the wonderful realisation that Mum wasn’t doing all of that for the season itself - but for us. A long winded way of saying. Ahhhh, Christmas 🎄 Ahhhh, Love 💖 Ahhhh, Family. I’m thankful and grateful this year to have them all.

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