I remember attending an art installation some years ago in Sydney. The title was something like ‘Little Altars Everywhere’. The artist had arranged everyday items as we might have them in our home, to enjoy small groupings, a bit like in the ‘L’il Mexico’ house we stayed in when we…
When I was a young girl, Dad taught me to do a good job of sweeping grass clippings from the foot path. He used this phrase…
Our last rain was weeks ago. After all, we live in a place that gets only an average 8 inches (200mm) of rain per year.…
Hasan was our tour guide in Turkey. He was a lovely, open man. He was of Syrian and Arab derivation but born just inside the border…
This morning I read on Celia’s figjamandlimecordial blog that it is International Scone Week. Who knew? As it happened I was preparing my shopping list. I…