seasons

Having now been in this new home for a year, I am seeing the first Spring of my plantings, a promise of what my envisaged garden will be like. Planting citrus trees was a priority, given that I grew up on an orange orchard and I still find the scent of orange blossom the most […]

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This is an extract from Chapter 16, ‘Let the sun shine’ in The Woman on the Mountain. It was also included as a stand-alone piece in an anthology by Catchfire Press called Stories for a Long Summer (2006). Summer once meant glorious, golden sunshine, for outdoor playing and swimming, from sunup to sundown if we […]

Kind of creepily flesh-like, with its pairs of pointy-toed pink ‘legs’ and that gaping orifice;  kind of disgustingly gooey, with those red wet lumps, which yet are almost like the secretions of raw wounds. The pink fleshy stems add to the plant or animal dilemma (hence the ‘phalloid’ species). But the ‘yuck’ factor increases at […]

It’s Autumn, so many locals are burning off their grasslands, or setting fire to their stacked bonfires of fallen branches and creek logjam clearings. Being Autumn, it’s also a time of misty mornings and low-angled sunray surprises in this valley. This particular morning I was treated to a combination of them both, as the sun’s […]

My Glory Vine is wearing its Autumn garb; when the leaves turn red, right? They look red, as I come out to the verandah, with the morning light behind it. But then I step outside and look back at it and the shade of the main leaves externally is so different that I have no […]

It’s autumn, and I welcome the cooler mornings, but we are also having daily deluges more like tropical summer storms. In the first five days of March we had 124 mm — or six inches if you’re my age — and that’s on top of what we’d already received in 2017.  By New Year it […]

This Spring the Welcome Swallows and the Willy Wagtails have both chosen to raise their families on my verandah. The Willy Wagtails built a tidy and solid new nest, a smooth cylinder of cobwebs and grass and bodily fluids. The slack Swallows just re-used the old one; didn’t even shore up the crumbling structure, just […]

September was wet enough, but appropriately gentle. October is delivering its rain in tropical tantrums, with sunshowers and rainbows and start-stop deluges. This double rainbow appeared on the very first day of the month, to announce how things were going to be. A week later and we were treated to another fulsome beauty. Sadly, no […]

The end of a Spring day when the sun is still setting north of west brings the last of the light low over my ridge’s shoulder.  It finds the far escarpment and paints it gold. The wallabies have been in clover — literally — as Spring has sprung with flushes of flowers on welcome plants […]

Spring is here, with welcome rain freshening the creek, which had slowed and dropped alarmingly. Having only one tank here, when I used to have four, is nerve-wracking. Nights are still cool enough for a fire, and mornings are bright and crisp. Not so crisp as to make me want to stay in bed, however. […]

It’s mid-Autumn; at last the nights and mornings have turned cold. The slow combustion fire warms me at night; the sight of Autumn mists rising from the valley warms my spirit of a morning. The dew and the sunshine cause even the electric fence and the wretched Setaria grass to take on beauty. I am […]

A yellow Robin has appeared, flicking itself from one bush or tree or tree guard to another, more like a wind-blown leaf than a bird in flight. It stays still in any one place for such a short time that it’s hard to get a photo of it. When it lands on the ground you […]

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