“Old Witch Mary quite contrary, how does your garden grow, with moss and good vibes, a vision inside, that’s how a magical garden grows.” Not all witches have warts, wear black hats and boil children for dinner. In fact just 15 minutes from the green hills and cold clear water of the Mitta River where … More The Witches Garden
We visit the Royal Mail Hotel at Dunkeld recently and discover for ourselves what all the hype is about. … More A Royal Meal at Dunkeld
Today I took a trip into the past. Mum’s house is still vacant, despite her passing over a year ago, but finally preparations are happening in earnest to sell it.
Have you noticed all the good intentions doing the rounds at the moment? January seems to be the time for declaring New Year resolutions and making big plans for the year ahead. I guess it’s only natural. Many people have declared themes, focus words and challenges for the year ahead. I’m impressed, inspired and also, … More Lull before the Growth
Lightning flashed as we stood looking up into the dark evening sky. Mother Nature was being feisty. Then, like she was playing a game of ping pong, two meteors appeared, directly below each other and I watched, mesmerised, as they shimmied across the sky and disappeared. That was last Saturday, also the time of the … More Champagne, Roses and Wrong Turns
Last week my veggie garden was overgrown and full of weeds. The passionfruit vine had gone wild and its roots were strangling potential growth. Not that there’s been much growing there. In fact, there’s been nothing there for over a year. How have I let it get so run down and neglected? The soil underneath … More Weeds, Seeds and Finding lost dreams
Remember sweet Lamby? Our rambunctious little lamb, who left for greener pastures in the country six months ago. She’s baa ack. Only she’s not quite so little these days. And she seems to have adopted some baaad arse behaviours. She’s a fully fledged sheep, with a girth as wide as a woolly mammoth and a … More No Sheepish Matter
The smoke was like a whisper of the fire it once was. Slowing down after a ferocious start, burning down a large pile of branches. Now it teased knowing its heat was dying out but still understanding it had power. For a gust of wind could turn it around and whip it up again. It … More A Slow Burn in May
Is it possible to have too much of a good thing? Lamby has eaten (almost) everything. She’s sucked the sage, devoured the mint, deflowered the lemon tree and stripped my yard barren. Not only has she devoured the herbs (minus the rosemary) she’s mowed better than any grass cuter ever could and become a master … More A wish to Grow and Bloom
Nothing gets me out of the doldrums more than stepping outside into fresh air. There’s something about being outdoors that calms me. And makes me realise that we’re more than our problems. The simple pleasure of drinking fresh water from a flowing mineral pool makes me grateful for what we often take for granted. A … More Fresh Air
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