It’s six o’clock on Friday evening at Hurstville station and I walk up to the concourse from the platform below. I’ve just beat the swathes of commuters who will soon follow and swallow up…
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The beans, peas and lettuce have just sprouted. I planted them seven days ago. I’m growing a pretty heirloom pea called ‘Golden Podded Pea’, the seeds of which come to us, apparently, from…
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I think it was then – then amidst the bag hooks in the lino-ed corridor of the infants school block – that I realised my sister and I were for each other in this…
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The real world goes like this: Southeast Sydney pieced between bay and bush and city. In the city jigsaw, there are many other pieces like it on the map, with the same pattern…
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We don’t see the pots until we clear the ivy. And there they are, waiting to be woken, as if no time has passed. Who knows how long they’ve been there. I suggest…
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We’ve arrived back home in Sydney after a long absence. We were away for eight months and we both started to miss home in a steady, ongoing kind of way. Before we came back,…
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Today feels complete already (at 2pm) because I have had success with radishes and rocket. I think I planted them two months ago – maybe longer. The radishes are in a round, faux terracotta…
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Today it’s raining. Steady rain like you see in the English countryside, I imagine. The Japanese andromeda (Pieris japonica) has been in bud since April. It’s a shrub I love because it was part of the…
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If I’m actually serious about living intentionally, it’s got to be more than good ideas. Creative, fuel-free modes of transport, growing my own tomatoes, buying from brands that care well for their…
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I went to my first ever Evensong service recently, at St Paul’s Cathedral in London. For the uninitiated, as I was, Evensong as it’s known today has a tradition of about five hundred…