Showing posts from November, 2017

Prison and Humble Pie

Guess who is home?

(Gosh, she does look ferocious in that photo!)

Our fence is finished and I hate it. Hate it. Not that there's anything wrong with the materials or workmanship. No, it's the sense of enclosure - claustrophobia even - from having a solid fence running the length of our property.

It feels like a prison.

Or worse.

Because our garden has also been trashed. First, there was the large mature tree that had to be removed before it came down on our neighbours' driveway or our house. I still hadn't come to terms with that when we had the visit from our neighbour which resulted in Nehlie going into a kennel and us madly searching for a fencing contractor.

The contractor came and built the fence but as a result, several more trees lost limbs and whatnot.

(No close-ups of the fence or gaps. Just photos from a distance as I still get upset whenever I look at my garden.)

And then there was yesterday. Early morning DH noticed that our neighbours were sawing at our wa…

A Wedding

This past weekend we had the wonderful privilege of witnessing the marriage of friends. A marriage as God intended: an entering into a lifelong covenant by a man and a woman. It may not be popular - and I know of at least a few who witnessed the ceremony who have adopted a more 'modern' view of marriage - but it is clearly stated in Genesis that God designed marriage to be between one man and one woman for life. It's only humans who have tried to rewrite what God planned for good through same-sex marriage, divorce, and who knows what else.

But that's not how it was in the beginning. And it's certainly not what God intended.

What a joy it was then to celebrate with a couple who have waited for God's timing, who have sought to honour God in their relationship, and who will together endeavour, with God's help, to build a godly marriage and home.

Perhaps that's why a few of us had tears in our eyes as they said their vows. Or perhaps it was because it remin…

Visiting Rights

I'm not a natural born dog lover. Unlike a brother-in-law who cannot go for a walk without stooping to pat every dog he meets, I tend to admire from a distance. But I have almost always had a dog.

George was my first dog. My parents got her when I was a toddler and, so the story goes, George was the only name I could say. By default, she became mine (I can't remember my younger sister having much to do with her) and we adored each other. I was devastated as a teenager when she died. For a long time I didn't let another dog fill that hole in my heart.

Fast forward many years and Co - short for Calico - became a beloved family pet. My boys fell in love with her while I fell out of love with her mischievous ways. She was the first dog of ours to form a trench in our yard from her constant running back and forth - a tradition which other dogs have followed to this day.

Sadly Co was hit by a car one Labour Weekend when we were all at the beach. We brought her home and buried h…


I guess my love of history and detail is to blame, but when it comes to researching for a new book, I tend to get carried away. I make copious notes - many of which I never use - and bore DH with all the fascinating facts that I learn about a new place or time in history. When it came time to research my latest book, I discovered an interesting fact: it's quite different researching and imaging a scene in a place in which you have never lived and know pretty much zilch about than it is about a town or area that you know well.

My Distant Land series was set in an area I knew intimately. Intimately for a twentieth century story. Except my books were set over one hundred and fifty years earlier. So I had to do research. What I discovered when I started to delve into the history was that I had more knowledge than I realised. I had already learnt much about that earlier time period just from growing up in the area, absorbing facts and figures about the early settlers, their way of life…