APAD 2: Pegs
Pegs Before there were pegs, sheets draped bushes lounged on rocks or sagged over tent ropes until there was a wind and they kissed the dirt slips of wood made the first pegs bound by rope, then metal Gypsy carvers like willow so much that farmers downed trees...A poem a day: 1 Boxing Day
Boxing Day The house is quiet, neat, empty everywhere, except the fridge and the rubbish bins. The furniture is all back in familiar places. Everything is tidy, dusted, straight. The gingerbread house is as beautiful – untouched and still in...Just one more reason we need librarians
A few years ago, somewhere between three and four, I think, I was sourcing answers (just one answer would do) to a question asked by the illustrator of a picture book text I’d written. Hm. No photos around at the time. I searched many, many library books and...It’s official: I’m a Goose!
I’ve just finished two days of training as a facilitator for Parent-Child Mother Goose Australia, a program of rhymes, songs and stories for parents and children. Jenny and Halina led us in designing and running programs tailored to individual groups. I learned...From Facebook
After the day, comes the sky. #wonder
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Fyansford Paper Mill. So many layers of time and well worth a wander. @fyansfordpapermill #wonder
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