News from the Moble Garden – Biodiversity
Moble this morning is an impressionist painting. The early morning light is diffused, another layer of softness added with a little cloud cover. As far as your eye can see,
Moble this morning is an impressionist painting. The early morning light is diffused, another layer of softness added with a little cloud cover. As far as your eye can see,
My garden here is full of friends, I can chat to them as I stroll around, exclaim to them how they have grown, without offending. Our gardens are also filled
For the second week in a row I bring news from a wet garden; 12 mm overnight with a lightning and thunder show that would have them swooning on the
How wonderful to wake up this morning (indeed) to the sound of the overshot running. The creek running over the overshot dam, a bullfrog chorus, a trumpet of brolgas and
Just off the telephone from Mrs. Brown who is sending me an Albertine Rose. You may remember Mrs. Brown, as she is a not infrequent visitor to these pages. Mrs.
And all of a sudden, our lives are filled with butterflies and budgies. This is not a euphemism for some sort of higher consciousness, I have not meditated myself away
On awaking yesterday morning, I realised that our roof is actually more of a colander than a protective layer against the elements. Having slept the sleep of angels with the
I wish I could tell you I have been busy in the garden; I haven’t though, so I won’t. In fact, I dashed away for two days this week to
Firstly this week I would like to thank all those generous readers who sent offers of recipes for cooking duck; most thoughtful and interesting to know you are such a
As I crept around the garden yesterday, I realised I have been waging war. Indeed, I am amidst it still, with no sign yet of a peace declaration. It has