Archive for the ‘flora and fauna’ Category

I think the secret to me continuing to come here will be keeping things simple and brief. For the time being, at least. This is a celery flower I made today, just by chopping a bunch of celery at the stump. Before today I never knew celery could be pretty. I also tried to make […]


This is my August post. I just had my hair cut short. Mostly because it will be the last haircut I have for some time, so I figured I should make it worth at least two regular haircuts. Then I had popcorn for dinner because it seemed the perfect bookend to my cupcake breakfast. There was […]


Tonight it’s lamb shanks and Lionel. I am very excited. When Simon interviewed Meatloaf I made meatloaf. And I thought lamb shanks were the perfect culinary commemoration for Lionel. I think it’s the comfort factor, all that meat and gravy. As we speak (or whatever this is) the meat is falling from the bone, simmering in a broth of wine, tomatoes, garlic […]


Having spent the day (and a Saturday, at that) at WordCamp (with the merriment to continue on right into the depths of Sunday), of course I had to rush home to write my (now once-in-a-blue-moon) blog. But this could be done only after I poured a wine, ate leftover Pad Thai, listened to the new Radiohead album, King […]


It’s too hot to do anything but make stuff with my summer flower drawings. I think I am going to go and stand in the rain now.


Kautuku

29Dec10

Suitably braindead. Overfed. Pink and bitten. Aimless. Biddable. Tipsy. Chlorinated. Uncoordinated. Intermittently nostalgic. Comfortably disoriented.  In a perpetual state of emerging from or gravitating back towards bed. The yarns have been manifold/colourful and the mishaps amusing. Some activities, in summary: sloppy synchronised swimming, epic water battles, cricket, crosswords, Wiggles workouts, Pimms drinking, garden wandering, halfhearted sketching, bric-a-brac amassing, old diary reenactments, pyjamaed slapstick and […]


This is my passionfruit vine. It’s such a crazy-looking flower. So crazy I decided to draw it (see below). Mother Nature will win every time. There’s a lesson in that for all of us. I also have four strawberries growing on my strawberry plants. But I didn’t draw those, because any-old-one can draw a strawberry.