At risk of being outed as a tragic old hippy, I’m mourning a tree. Again. This tree-mourning, I’ve only just realised it even happens. This time, this tree. It wasn’t even a significant tree, or a pretty tree, or even my tree. Just a big, old tree. My neighbours, I like them, and I think they […]
If you’ve been following this blog for a few years (and hello to both of you!) you may remember I finished a novella draft over a year ago. And promptly hid the bugger in a drawer, sick of the sound of my own headspace. Well, I just gave it another edit, and still don’t like […]
I guess the magpie is the cause of yesterday’s morose mood, as witnessed by that previous post. Well, what’s left of it: a mangled pancake. Broken feathers. One of the joys of moving back inside a city, from living regionally, next to a beach, was the fact that I can walk to most places I […]