For most of my life, I never thought of myself as a creative person. I valued clarity, efficiency, and function. Creativity, I assumed,...

Since I first began visiting our site, the red-vented bulbuls have been familiar companions. They perch openly, flit across the garden,...

The Tickell’s blue flycatcher hatchlings in the bar stool nest are six days old. If I’ve got it right, they have about eight days left...

A presence in the weep hole This morning, while in my study, I noticed something brown nestled in the weep hole of the retaining wall...

For much of early July, I found myself peering out from behind a camouflaged blind, watching a small drama unfold on our outdoor deck....

A couple of evenings ago, just as light was fading, we thought we saw something. A large silhouette on the roof of Sukoon—possibly an...

From bougainvillea bloom to Champa tree branch, a young white-eye takes its first steps into the sky. In our garden, something quiet and...

There’s something magical about finding a sculpture when you’re not expecting one. That’s what I wanted for our garden—not grand...

Last week, a neighbour from our community asked me for garden/landscape recommendations - this query and my subsequent response after...

This morning I was wandering around the site and stopped by the boulder under the ficus tree. I noticed what looked like unusual tiny...

Aren't you wondering what this post is about ? I first came across these terms in a book by Vanessa Gardner Nagel - she uses them to...

That Wanaka Tree Have you heard about the Wanaka Tree ? It is a solitary crooked willow tree at the south end of Lake Wanaka in New...

A friend recently told me of a group of sculptors who had (in my view) a rather unusual approach to their work. They would look at a...