Monday, 31 July 2017

Nita Eileen

Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost
Nature’s first green is gold, 
Her hardest hue to hold. 
Her early leaf’s a flower; 
But only so an hour. 
Then leaf subsides to leaf. 
So Eden sank to grief, 
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay. 

Mum passed away on the 23rd April, in her 90th year.
Daily it seems that everything is still the same, but everything is different.

Sunday, 26 March 2017

i feel a quilt coming on

I began a hand pieced hexagon quilt some time in the '90s. However the fabrics I used no longer excite me - fortunately I did not get very far. I also made a small liberty quilt back then and the scraps from that quilt are just as timeless today as ever. Hence my plan to begin a Liberty hexagon quilt, something I can work on by hand for probably the next ten years and be confident I will still like it.


Visited Waihi on a stormy wet weekend.

Saturday, 25 March 2017

flower power

Not my best year in the garden, other things on my mind. But plants do their thing and even when you least expect it, amaze you with their beauty.


And here's the guy who wrote the song "My Hometown". The boss himself. Great concert at Mt. Smart stadium.

my hometown

Daniel visited home with his drone. That's the might Waikato River you can see flowing through Hamilton with Mount Pirongia in the background.My hometown. 

Thursday, 26 January 2017


This little beach way up above Coromandel town is my idea of paradise.