Incoming: term four

a little bit of back to school dread balanced out by an overnight hike with the kids and some wild coastal thoughts

Out my kitchen window as the colour fades and the evening sets in, the last thing I can see in the garden is the white petals of my coastal daisies glowing. I think of the paper daisies I saw at Wilson’s Prom while we were there these holidays, in their varying stages of bloom and decay. In the wind, in the sunshine, in the quiet. Far from here.

We’ve b…