Of Lice & Pizzle Rot & Willie Wagtails
Summertime, And the livin’ is easy Fish are jumpin’, And the cotton is high Oh, Your daddy’s rich, And your …
Summertime, And the livin’ is easy Fish are jumpin’, And the cotton is high Oh, Your daddy’s rich, And your …
Once upon a time, there was a little girl who looked forward to Christmas. Most years, a week or so …
Those who’ve read my blog before will know I have a passion for growing and eating beetroot. This, alongside a …
Last Saturday, as I desperately tried to find a less-congested route back from Glen Iris to Thornbury, following my son’s …
I have a thing about odd numbers; I don’t like the number 133 for example. But I don’t mind multiples …
Keen readers of this blog will have noticed the penchant of its author to quote song lyrics by way of …
The beet is the ancient ancestor of the autumn moon, bearded, buried, all but fossilized; the dark green sails of …
I’ve unashamedly stolen the title of this post from Jamaica Kincaid, who, in the late 1980s, returned to the island …
Every gardener needs the equivalent of Neil Young‘s maid, someone to do the boring jobs, leaving the gardener’s mind free …
Tender-handed stroke a nettle, And it stings you for your pains; Grasp it like a man of mettle, And it …