sermon for a bird

Hand sewing slows the heart it seems. Or it does mine. Perhaps like writing longhand it cannot be done at speed. ...

After a few too hot days at home scratching away at my journal, sewing, mooching among the bookshelves, tidying up a little fretful...

Sometimes being a land lubber is more humbling than usual. Just on twilight - the last light on the last day of the year dragonflies swa...

Cherries are an early Christmas present in the antipodes - their colour is a cheer - their sweetness something between a fruit and ...

British sports journo Simon Barnes also writes about birds. From his "How to be a Bad Birdwatcher", I learnt two cardinal (n...

Well, it could be that our dead bird was not our bird. A day after finding the body I notice that there is still bird activity in th...

Ten years of drought stunted our trees. But since the rains came the garden has put on growth and green. The fruit trees in particu...