News from the Moble Garden – Corellas and Creepers
Corellas must surely be the human equivalent of adolescent graffiti artists on trains; or perhaps the ones that run along the street tipping all the rubbish bins over? I am
Corellas must surely be the human equivalent of adolescent graffiti artists on trains; or perhaps the ones that run along the street tipping all the rubbish bins over? I am
I will start my missive this week with a quick acknowledgement of what must surely be one of the worst examples of a Jacaranda tree ever grown, anywhere. Yet despite
We had a family excursion yesterday. Well, a portion of the family I hasten to add, before the rest of the Mutton Stew start sending messages of outrage from far
I am closely watching my poppies still, guarding them against marauding ducks and dogs, the dreaded garden double. They finished flowering some weeks ago, floating pink ball gowns swaying in
The air is fresh here this morning and the light so clear; it seems like the whole garden has been polished to a mirrored sheen. We had 18mm rain at
Not far into my gardening journey, Mother gave me a white Banksia Rose, Rosa banksiae, which we planted together on the corner of our little cottage. There was no alluring
Goodness, there is not enough wine in the land to get you through the last few days of fearful conditions. As I know many of you are enduring similar circumstances,
I have a snapshot of my desk as I sit down to write to you this week: two piles of books on each side of the keyboard, a hat, three
Separation anxiety. A recognised complaint felt by many of us when leaving our gardens and dogs. Oh, and children of course. I sometimes wonder if it is worth going away,
I am walking around the garden this morning with the intent of capturing some of the spring buds unfolding daily and all I can hear is bees, bees, bees. I