My Garden ~ a Kiwi's take on life

Life is a lot like a garden

Dinnertime ~ a write dilemma

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The microwave is bleeping. Dilemma! Dinner is almost ready. Do  I finish writing this blog post now, here at the kitchen table? It’s nearly 7 p.m. The family is hungry at the end of a warm summer working day. I have a glass of New Zealand Pinot Gris to hand. For writing inspiration, you understand. The wine is chilled and full of fresh fruity flavours. I’m enjoying its delicate taste.  Perhaps I’ll finish my wine as I write some more words here and now.  I’m sure the others can dish up their own dinner. Hot sweetcorn can’t be too difficult to serve. Butter. Salt. Pepper. Yum! Real easy summertime finger-licking fresh food. I know the chickens will enjoy pecking away at the leftover corncobs.

Author: Jenny

My garden is where I lose myself, or as Himself likes to tell others, I lose either my coffee mug or wine glass. Well at least I put them on a gatepost so they are easily found. As I see it, we are here on this place to respect and to preserve nature, not to develop the land. I love how the totara trees stand in silent witness to our human activity. They keep me honest. I love to wander along the stream bank. I like being able to grow fruit and vegetables. I enjoy green open space. My son challenged me to write a blog using my garden diaries to start. Writing a blog is quite different to my diary scribblings. It is for a different audience. In every post, I have to make a conscious effort to get free of an academic style of writing. I write about things I know and do in my everyday life. I am not a photographer but the images I use are taken by me. I believe this adds veracity to my voice in each post. Learning to setup and to manage a blog has been a major effort and remains a work in progress. Who knows where this will lead. Himself and I thought we had retired, about to define this older phase of our life together. But family commitments continue. As it happens, I share this place with Himself, son and grandsons and living creatures who live charmed existences. I watch on as they serve as actors weaving their ways across the stage of daily life. Shakespeare wrote in As You Like It: All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; Always, there's something to write about life lived as I know it.

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