Ever since I planted my meadow a couple of years ago our garden has been full of wildlife and weeds. You need a machete to get to the clawfoot herb bath on the cliff edge, and when you get there you find the deer and the possums and the orange-bellied parrots and platypus have eaten … Continue reading WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE
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THE SUBURB TIME FORGOT
Setting off up the laneway on our morning constitutional a roller door opened and two kids on bikes spilled out. ‘Careful of the old people!’ the first one called out to his little brother, kind and terribly cruel all at once. It’s come to this. Hairwise I do now look like Doc Brown from Back … Continue reading THE SUBURB TIME FORGOT
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