Mary, Mary, quite contrary how does your garden grow. This is one of my favourite nursery rhymes. I am not sure why, but thinking about it now, rhyming Mary and contrary has its charm. I don't have silver bells or cockle shells, or even pretty maids all in a row but the garden does grow. … Continue reading How does your garden grow?
Last week I mentioned how excited I was to plant a grape again. Saturday morning I was doing some unwriting (deleting 700 words from my WIP) and I heard a commotion outside. I thought it was the cockatoos who are a handsome menace. I went outside to find this: I want to love brush turkeys. … Continue reading Wildlife taketh and the wildlife giveth