A new year, Australia Day and I'm getting back into things.
Everything is bone dry and has been since Christmas. Even my nasturtiums have died off this year.
I'm still walking barefoot in the park with Mr Pip but the grass is harsh, prickly, sparse underfoot.
I'm still walking barefoot in the park with Mr Pip but the grass is harsh, prickly, sparse underfoot.
Cricketers were everywhere on Australia Day - five games playing in the park when I was walking through.
in the garden my cherished plums are small and a bit dry.
The spring rains didn't really come this year, flowers have died off early, bees are scarce, I've left the self-seeded fennel and not picked too much lavender to leave the bees a little food in hard times.
Up north there is devastating flooding, down south here there are fires across the state.
And yet I am welcoming the New Year, even as I wish for rain on the fires, flowers for the bees and dryness for the people up north.
