A Suburban Backyard

The first time I can recall visiting the home of my great uncle and aunt was in 1977.  Having just moved to Australia from New Zealand, Doug and Margaret were the only relatives we had in our new country. Doug was an author and a poet and Margaret, a painter.  After living in Circular Quay […]

The Garden

We’re not proud of this: But that’s a glimpse into our backyard. Tragic. And ugly. The only thing living (or nearly living) is what’s in that sad little pot and that’s some almost dead aloe vera. I’m so tired of paying ridiculous amounts for basic items like parsley and oregano.  A few weeks ago I […]