Mid-winter

a good book, a warm fire + the nourishment of place

This month I have been reworking an essay that I wrote a few years ago. Since I wrote it, it has morphed and changed, grown and shrunk, but its essence has remained the same: mulling over and around the importance of place. In it I write about my local butterfly reserve, a small bush block nestled within a pocket of the suburb I live in.

The more I walk…