I have reached the sea. The long gorgeous Kapiti Coast. There is a swell and the coast is wild. Murky. Windy. Whipping waves. Divine. The wind is down as I write. Early morning. So I will get out...
When I travel I jog from one son or brother or sister to another and then one friend to another dragging my little cabin bag behind me like an obedient dog. I am in the process of re-packing my l...
https://thekitchensgarden.com/2024/04/18/off-out-to-the-beach-today/
The time it takes for a sound to hang in suspense like that is called decay time. Or. Reverberation time. It’s half life will depend on the acoustics of course. Some sounds will last longer tha...
https://thekitchensgarden.com/2024/04/17/decay-time-the-reverberation-of-words/
I found myself floundering a little these first few days in New Zealand. We had a death on the farm. Which knocked me sideways. But yesterday finally I walked and found my feet and began to smell...
https://thekitchensgarden.com/2024/04/16/the-first-real-new-zealand-day/
Yesterday morning Our John found Mr Flowers dead under his usual night-time perch in the barn. Dead on the floor. There was no evidence of a predator. No battle. He appears to have died in his sl...
https://thekitchensgarden.com/2024/04/15/sadly-mr-flowers-has-passed-over/