Spare the tree, said he
There’s a lemon scented gum tree in our back garden, Eucalyptus citriodora. ‘A sapling appeared eight years ago. I didn’t have the heart to pull it up,’ said Clyde. Admirable … Continue reading
Rain, rain, come again
Rain is lashing the coast but here in Broken Hill it’s been weeks, months without rain. Not proper rain. There’s been the odd drop, an occasional day when clouds have … Continue reading
Never judge a plum by its cover
Birds don’t like our plums. They devour the peaches the nectarines and the grapes, but the plums? Not interested. I don’t blame them. Our plums are hard nuggetty lumps with … Continue reading
You should see my strawberries
I met Prince Charles in Longreach last year. I was going to tell him all about the organic vegetable garden I’m struggling to grow in Broken Hill. ‘I’m a fan,’ … Continue reading
