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…
Stones are unpolished gems, gems are polished stones. These are not the same thing. The garden is a deeply, sensual experience, pungent smell of eucalyptus,…
There is much to learn in nature. Possibly the only thing Nature can’t teach us is how to get on with other humans… or how…
The last thing I saw before turning out the light last evening and getting into bed was the outline of my husband’s work boots where…
Phew! The house smells awful this morning. Our ‘house doctor’ is putting the sealer on the outside to protect the rammed earth. This has to…