On finding the last fig
I’m reading a wonderful book by Kate Llewellyn, A Fig at the Gate, in which the author describes her efforts to establish a productive garden in a windswept Adelaide suburb. … Continue reading
After the rain
It was a subdued Australia Day in Sydney. ‘Grim,’ said the cricket commentators. ‘Gloomy skies,’ agreed the Daily Telegraph. ‘More bad weather on its way,’ said Channel Seven. Such pessimism! … Continue reading
A changing world
Spring arrived on Tuesday here in the southern hemisphere. I didn’t realise. I thought spring started on September 1st, likewise autumn in the northern hemisphere, but it turns out I … Continue reading
What went wrong?
There’s a lot I could be blamed for in this garden but surely I wasn’t responsible for the demise of the rhubarb? What went wrong? I hate not knowing. I … Continue reading
Renewal
I don’t always do what I’m told. Instinct plays a large part in my gardening endeavours, which means there are gaping holes in my understanding. Who would have known that … Continue reading
Fools rush in
Move him into the sun — Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of fields unsown… I sat in the sun to drink my tea this morning, listening … Continue reading
