Apples of Gold

Hurricane Milton

As I sit on a park bench in my local park in Melbourne, the sun rests warmly on my shoulders and everything feels calm. The sky stretches above me in a wide, endless blue. Birds sing from the treetops, and nearby I hear the bright, carefree laughter of my granddaughter as she plays. It is…

Family Recipes

Food has a way of carrying us home. For me, that home begins in a sunlit kitchen where the scent of fresh bread mingled with simmering soup, wrapping itself around everything like a warm embrace. I can still hear the gentle clink of utensils, the soft hum of the oven, and above it all, my…

Fleeting Moments

In the quiet turning of the seasons, autumn arrives like an artist with a full palette and nowhere to rush. It brushes colour across the landscape in slow, deliberate strokes — amber, rust, crimson, honeyed gold. Each tree becomes its own masterpiece, every leaf catching the light as though it were lit from within. The…

Morning Cuppa

There is something almost sacred about those quiet mornings when it’s just me and my cuppa. The house is still. No one calling out. No phones buzzing. Just that soft early light slipping through the windows and the gentle hum of a new day stretching awake. I wrap my hands around the warm mug and…

The Joy of Writing

In the quiet spaces between breaths, in the soft stillness of the soul, there exists a flame that flickers and dances — a passion ignited by the simple stroke of a pen upon paper, or the gentle tap of keys beneath waiting fingertips. It is not loud. It does not demand attention. But it burns…

Untangle Me

The need to get away is never really about running. It isn’t about kilometres or destinations marked on a map. It is about creating space within myself. A quiet stepping back. A loosening of expectations. A longing to breathe differently — slower, deeper — until life feels simple again and my shoulders remember how to…

Good Morning

This morning I find myself wishing I could somehow share this tranquil place with you — to put into words the quiet splendour of waking in the countryside. I wish you could hear the gentle melodies of the Australian bush as the day begins — the cheerful laughter of kookaburras drifting through the open air,…

A Dream

As the warmth of the summer sun enveloped my husband Peter and me in the cosy embrace of our favourite café’s backyard today, we found ourselves immersed in a conversation. Amidst the gentle hum of chatter and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, a question lingered in the air, waiting to be acknowledged: What would…

Nineteen- Fiftysix

In the gentle rhythm of 1956 Helsinki, my grandfather, a man of meticulous habits and refined taste, commenced his daily journey. From my grandparents’ snug home on Näkinkuja, he embarked on his morning routine, preparing carefully for the day ahead. Then a vibrant 15-year-old, my mum filled their home with her youthful exuberance, and it…

My Pink Ribbon Day

Despite the overwhelming fatigue from tending to my elderly parents in the past weeks, I found myself wide awake in the early morning hours today. Melbourne was lit with flashes of lightning as a rapid rainband swept through, accompanied by sporadic thunderstorms. Attempting to dismiss the vivid flashes behind my curtains, I struggled to return…