Flowers my son has brought me



If you follow me on Instagram, you might have seen these shots already. It's a little series, and I guess the name explains it all. Max brings me flowers, sometimes several a day. "Mama" he says as he reaches up to give a new bloom to me. Each one is a little treasure, but impractical to keep. He never picks a stem long enough to place in a vase, and they are often given en route to the park or on one of our walks. So I am trying to document these little gifts from my son, which he loves to give me.

Early in the day


And suddenly it's February.

The top shot was taken early one morning up in the Coromandel during the holidays. I would like to hold a little of the calmness and beauty of that place inside myself.