About 

In the early evening the sun sets behind my terrace and its last rays lean against the wooden beams. Then there is nothing I have to do. Only what I may. Savouring the intimacy of that moment, with the deepest gratitude that all I can hear is the rustle of leaves in the trees and birdsong, I take a sip of my cocoa.

In the background rise the peaks of the mountains, which change their visual identity according to the weather, sometimes in beautiful images, sometimes as though they did not exist at all. But I know that they are there.

My collie, as always, lies at my feet, seldom straying far. And my cat purrs contentedly in the armchair beside me, the one he has iconically claimed as his own.

And somewhere here, in a moment just like this, one summer evening, on my birthday, the world of Nicolette Shirley was born.

I am Nicolette, and it is an honour that you are reading these lines.

A writer.
Mother of a grown daughter, who is my daily source of inspiration and admiration. We are bound by a love of literature, bound by a love of nature and of everything that belongs to our world.

I feel most fulfilled in the moments when I create. The warmth of our home. Afternoons at the ranch fence. 

And I am still dreaming. Of a small house by the forest. Of a life filled with writing.          

Nicolette Shirley