Let’s talk about picnics. They have long been one of my favourite types of gatherings – ever-lovely and ever-beautiful (but also ever-dependent on the weather!). As the days grow warmer in these early weeks of springtime and we, in Sydney, slowly emerge from a lengthy pandemic-induced lockdown, picnics have become a symbol of quiet freedom […]
Italy was one of the first European countries that I ever set foot in, at nineteen years old. I wrote so many stories in those streets – memories layered upon memories – and collected so many moments (a few of which are immortalised in the archives of my blog). Those moments are still with me […]
It’s arrived, in this hemisphere at least. Winter. There’s something poetic about winter. Life is trembling on the branches. The mornings are colder, the days shorter. As a seasonal melancholy sets in, the weeks have been equally marked by days spent meditating on the rain drops that persistently run down our glass window panes, and […]
I am, on some fundamental level, a homebody with a wandering heart. When I’m not learning the contours and whispered stories of a new place abroad, I’m intoxicated by the quiet joy and beauty of everyday moments at home. I am always wandering; I am always home. This little trip to Tassie has been persistently […]
We have always baked bread in our home but it used to have to ebb and flow with the busyness of our schedules. Until this year – when home and work and rest and play all blurred together in a surreal landscape of golden fog and ominous shadow, stretching indefinitely into the horizon. In this […]