It is the season of slowness, both internally and externally. The urge is strong to spend my days inside, reading, writing and watching the grey winter days slide by. Outside my windows the garden waits, pleading for love and attention but it’s cold out there, and windy, and the pickings are slim. I got my winter brassicas in too late, after a bout of wild weather destroyed my little plastic greenhouse and… Read More
I have slowly been getting my life back in order and recovering from a little souvenir illness I brought back from Peru. After so many weeks away or otherwise indisposed I feel like the world has got away from me a little. Still, the list of things to do is – very slowly – getting shorter, as are the days. Although it’s technically still autumn, winter arrived here in Hobart a few… Read More
Lake Pedder in winter, Tasmania “What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.” ― John Steinbeck
Frost on buttongrass, Cradle Mountain National Park, Tasmania. Consider the gifts each season brings: winter’s coming, with her frosty beauty and steaming breath.