
January 26. Yesterday I awoke to the city blanketed in smoke. Not the familiar eucalypt sting of open forest, but the ashy smell of ferns and moss. The Otways fire had broken containment. Fire season runs from November to March, more or less, though it’s getting longer each year now. 20 days ago, when the last heat wave barrelled through, catastrophic fires flared across the state, five of which – including the… Read More
Micro-fungi, Tarkine area, north-western Tasmania. From little things, big things grow. Sow a kernel of dreams, let them take root.
I’d pretty much given up on my spring veg seeds sprouting. Well, except for the rocket and beans – they’re unkillable. Instead of buying seedlings this year I’d decided to do my bit for crop diversity and source some rare and heirloom variety seeds: tomatoes, zucchini, eggplant and sunflowers, along with last season’s self-saved seed. I got all eco-experimental and planted most of my seeds in egg cartons, which it turns out… Read More
Category: Anecdotes, Gardening, Lifestyle Tags: balance, garden zen, growing things, heirloom vegetables, hope, in my garden, lessons from dust, notes to self, philosophy, raising seeds
The shape of things to come