The shape of things to come


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

Solstice: from Latin solstitium “point at which the sun seems to stand still,” from sol “sun” + sistere “to come to a stop, make stand still” [1]. The highest or lowest excursion of the sun, relative to the Earth’s celestial equator. [2]  Today marks the winter solstice for us here in the southern hemisphere. The shortest, darkest day of the year. Here in Hobart that means an 8 am sunrise and a 4:30… Read More

Frost on buttongrass, Cradle Mountain National Park, Tasmania. Consider the gifts each season brings: winter’s coming, with her frosty beauty and steaming breath.