1. The sound of my father's coffee pot. When it gets going, it makes a bubbling, rattling snoring noise that always reminds me of weekend breakfasts. He has had it since before I was born and now the lid is gone and the plug is cracked open. He won't have a new one because he doesn't believe any other pot could make such good coffee.
2. The smell of woodsmoke - I think nothing is more homely.
3. The blue part of flames; and watching the gum boiling out of cherry wood and catching light.
Gift, web and route planning.
1. As I leave the field, there's a rush of wings and a cackling, crackling cry. THUD! A magpie has dropped a dead vole at my feet. 2. We...
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1. Stirring the brewing coffee to break the floating crust and bring up the crema. 2. We have donuts to give the children at teatime. 3. Th...
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1. An enormous fat bumble bee at work. She is so bulky that she can knock dead blossoms out of the way as she gets right in to the new jasmi...
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1. The shortest night and the longest day. I was up at Wellington Rocks with Anna, Paul and Jason. We couldn't see the sun through the m...