There are days when only an ocean beach will do. Which is why the Munchkin and I have come to this place. The waves crash and roll. There is a bitter wind – strong and biting – but we are well rugged up. The Munchkin plays with the waves. He’s
Twelve months ago, on an icy cold morning, I took these five kids, a couple of mums and a photographer to our local school. I shared in their wonder as they explored the leaves and chestnut shells in the paddock. Later, as they put together their journal pages with the
Creating my amazing life one tiny moment at a time. Bringing the Hubby, a Munchkin and about a dozen tomato plants along for the ride.
