Thinking out loud – Cherrie Zell

Rebooting a weekend project

It’s a new year, but that wasn’t the trigger. The trigger, the light bulb moment, was the sight of the red lawn mower sitting in the middle of my dusty backyard. There is a photo in a similar vein, although dustier, from my 2019 weekend project, 12:32pm Saturday. Saturday, 2 February, 2019 “Why not!”, IContinue reading “Rebooting a weekend project”

An old gardening hat

Trying to be a little more organised, a little more upcycled and a little more … bohemian … As I try, I find I’m standing at a critical juncture, again. If pressed, I could find a critical juncture to stand at every weekend. Today, I ask myself if hanging on to this hat makes meContinue reading “An old gardening hat”

Quarterly Essay – Uncivil Wars

Now that’s a bold title for my unassuming little slice of the internet. For those elsewhere, the Quarterly Essay is exactly as it sounds – the publication of an essay that hits the news stands four times a year, usually on a topical topic. I don’t buy all four; only those that interest me. SoContinue reading “Quarterly Essay – Uncivil Wars”

Whole Notes

Whole Surroundings Where to do you read your books? Does a particular type of book require a particular type of place? I wondered this on a cold blustery Sunday afternoon when I decided to pick up Ed Ayres’ book, Whole Notes: Life Lessons Though Music, after it sat abandoned for too long at my bedside.Continue reading “Whole Notes”

Dear Diary

The summer slumber has passed, a couple of months ago now, but projects are stuck in neutral. Work continues it’s dominating influence, and the winter rains have settled in. Excuse me – the new washing machine has just finished attending to the cleaning cloths. The new machine is a larger size so as to betterContinue reading “Dear Diary”

Rome

I get a little annoyed when there’s a disconnect between the cover of a book and its contents, when the visuals of the cover aren’t carried through to the experience of the story. There is a gorgeous red flamingo on the cover, when one might expect it to be pink; perhaps not red as renderedContinue reading “Rome”