Balance
I’m beginning to think it’s not gardening I like so much, it’s nature. Is that because the tomato plants have succumbed to an unknown disease and the cucumber has powdery … Continue reading
Dear Sam Stosur
Dear Sam I’m not a tennis player. I’m a writer and part-time gardener and I know nothing about tennis. I was rubbish at sport at school (especially tennis) so I’m … Continue reading
Bumper crop
It’s my birthday. Woo hoo! I feel like Tigger, excitement verging on hysteria, not because of my birthday so much (but still, Happy Birthday to me-e!) but because I’ve pledged … Continue reading
The pudding has landed
They came to rest last Friday, after a week stored in a fridge in Nairobi, then another week suspended on a coat hanger in the wardrobe of our London hotel, … Continue reading
I’m a big fat liar
I should be running through the house with my pants on fire*. My lovely niece wrote to me several days ago about the small garden at the back of her … Continue reading
Magic moment
It was one of those moments when the world seems smaller, connections stronger. At precisely 21:49 last night the temperature in Sydney was sixteen degrees. The temperature in London – … Continue reading
Strawberries in the Desert 
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