Has anyone seen my carrots?
Has anyone seen my carrots? Excuse me. I need a scratch. Ah, much better. Jackie has vanished to Adelaide, Somerset, Sydney and Perth,...
Suddenly, a year ahead of me
Suddenly I might have a year ahead of me. It’s an odd feeling. At the end of November last year it seemed fairly certain that 2018 would...
The Harvest Time of Life
They walked out of the café hand in hand, into the heat and green of the valley. She wore a peach sarong and boots, he was in old jeans...
Spring is here!
Spring is here, The grass is riz I wonder where The boidies is ... Except the grass is not riz at all but short, as if we had mowed it...
Furry Wombats, Furry Knees
Here is a secret: I have furry knees. It is a side effect of having knee replacement surgery that no one had mentioned. Or maybe it has...
Choices
I no longer have my mum’s knees. Every time I’d have a problem with my knees she’d say say, ‘ah, you’ve inherited my knees.’ No matter...
Wanted: Pool for Sad Homeless Bunyip
The swimming hole, which is not a bunyip hole. Never swim with a bunyip. When I first came here, almost half a century ago, we walked...
April 2017: Canberra, Friday, 1:35pm...
I am sitting in Canberra airport hoping that every small plane that lands isn’t the one I am supposed to fly out on to Newcastle. I am...
March 2017: Cooks, Books and Chooks
Okay, where to begin … (she takes a deep breath): One book written since the last newsletter — Matilda Book 7: A Land of Love and Flame,...
The January Garden
This year we began a new tradition – our Christmas tree was a fruit tree that could be made suitably ornamental. This year’s was a...
