Letting go of the garden
It’s only the third week of spring and Broken Hill has already seen a run of days above thirty, followed by thunder, lightning, rain and nights that have dropped to … Continue reading
The strawberries keep coming
It’s mid autumn here in Broken Hill, the leaves are turning on the grapevine and the grass has slowed its growth but the strawberries just keep coming. Three weeks ago … Continue reading
There’s gold in my garden
I struck gold when Lynne Gall gave me a gift of strawberry plants. The clutch of straggling plants, dug up from Langawirra Station and delivered as part of a generous … Continue reading
Why I don’t cut the lawn. Or drive at night.
I don’t cut the lawn because Clyde doesn’t have a lawnmower. Besides, I’d be doing Joe out of a job. Joe cuts the lawn, has done for years, and he … Continue reading
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