My Dad had a terrific t shirt when I was growing up. It read ‘He who has the most toys when he dies, wins’. His collection of toys were most likely to involve wheels or the ability to float on water. They lived in the garage and were beautifully taken care of. My toys belong […]
In the kitchen
My mother’s new house in the green flecked paddocks of Berry has an orchard. At my sister’s place, down a thin rough road baby chickens have just hatched. It’s spring in their fields. On the other side of the world the leaves on my stoop have turned. It’s amber and gold underfoot and the air […]
There’s a fine line between content and smug. These crisp and squished tomato bread nests may be the tipping point. It started with a late Friday afternoon excursion to Borough markets. The sun was out. At the junction there were crowds spilling out onto the curb, sipping sneaky pints and getting a jump start on […]
What makes you happy? It’s a solid question for soppy days. (It’s also a lovely documentary.) Here it goes, in no particular order: the smell of fresh basil (particularly if it comes from the new herb pot on your balcony). The sound of rain on a roof when I’m not soaking wet. Horses. The sight […]
When I was no taller than a fire hydrant, I wrote a list of ‘things I’ll like when I’m a grown up’. It was written in a pink diary in the same rotund penmanship that scrawled a letter to ‘Young Talent Time’, offering my services if Dannii Minogue had a cold. It housed things that […]