Adventures Over the Sea – part 1

I recently found some old notes which I had planned to turn into some sort of memoir/record of our holiday to New Zealand, back before we knew we were going to come and live here. Even as I started writing about it all, things were changing for us, we were making the push to move

Razor Rebellion and Fearless Friends

I need to mow the lawn again. If our landlord comes around, he won’t be happy. The phrase, “grows like a weed” is especially appropriate here, given that most of it is weeds. But honestly, I rather like the wildness of it; the messy, random, “not-keeping-up-with-the-Jones’s-ness” of it. A small piece of rebellion in the