I spotted a faded deck chair with a metal frame that someone had left at the communal rubbish bin.
That's what is bound to happen when you tramp up and down a two-kilometre stretch with a hoe in your hand.
Giotto (c. 1267-1367) demonstrated his artistic skill by drawing a perfect circle without the aid of a pair of compasses. Upon learning this story from my sister when much younger, I did idle away some time trying to do the same, and then overlaying a compass-drawn circle on my pathetic efforts. The results convinced me... Continue Reading →
The main thing is that I have made a start, and the back of my mind can get busy on thinking about other things that need to happen next.
The wedge works. I have five four-inch nails to prove it. I extracted them from the nearest pallet within ten minutes of arriving home.
Just over a month ago, a fellow translator gave me a lovely granadilla (passion fruit) plant, which is actually a vine, but commonly called a creeper by many. I was delighted with this thoughtful gift not least because I left three such vines in the soil of the extensive vegetable garden I toiled over in... Continue Reading →
Being where you are meant to be. I have been fortunate to have found my spot, something which was confirmed in so many indescribable small ways when I spent three weeks with my entire immediate family in Brisbane, Australia, over Christmas 2014. It was great seeing my family, but none of the places I... Continue Reading →
Sketches in ink - 36 After six years of practice, I am no stranger to hacking through an overgrowth of weeds during winter in the Algarve. In fact, doing just that was an integral part of my embarking upon the journey of learning the Portuguese language; a kind of grassroots approach, if you like. Our... Continue Reading →