News from the Moble Garden – When Men Grow Roses
When men grew roses. I had scrawled this across a page in my notebook months ago and underlined it for importance. Unfortunately, I had not expanded on this train of
When men grew roses. I had scrawled this across a page in my notebook months ago and underlined it for importance. Unfortunately, I had not expanded on this train of
The second Saturday in September is an important day in the Quilpie year…the annual Quilpie and District Show. Truly a highlight, it is the culmination and a reflection of all
The high notes of Spring are throughout the garden, I am drinking the scent in like a good wine, though I assure you I drink wine through my mouth, not
Unconventional Lady. Could there be a more outlandish name for a pink rose? Certainly, with a description such as “glowing cherry”, one could be excused for raising an eyebrow. However
The August wind blows, as it should. The cold south-westerly marks this month with a freeze brand, just when you thought you felt a warm breath of spring on your
The garden would be a child’s dream this last week, for the butterflies have suddenly arrived and have filled the air with a fluttering of pale lemon. Butterflies and moths
The Impatient Gardener, previously known as Miss Moble, has been wielding a shovel in her garden of late. She finds it much easier digging there than on fence lines, unsurprisingly.
Is there anything more comforting and entrancing than an open fire? Surely there is something primaeval in us all that draws us to its warmth? It is so satisfying in
There has been much in the media here of late on resilience; I listened to a thoughtful interview only this week on the topic, especially with regards to children. As
Whilst I have made a promise to myself not to mention the mundane in my ramblings to you, I must tell you the spider’s web just above my desk that