When Dioscorides
When Dioscorides two millennia ago first plucked you from an ancient Italian marsh as a common...
Shifting the roses
Shifting the roses thorns aside there were plenty in the wind anyway. I got seven bushes out not feeling...
This afternoon I pruned the fig
This afternoon I pruned the fig cutting back hard into its old grey wood. Honing the blade on secateurs until it ...
The road
The road to bougainvillea sunrise beneath native cherry trees is a dark shaft of air mined by first...
Poppies
Poppies bought from a street stall one late winter lunch hour their closed bowed buds the...
See how these Iceberg roses
See how these Iceberg roses slip on the very limits of the lawn in the slight wind shifts ...
This three-cornered jack
This three-cornered jack and few things expose its candour in the grass. Amongst marshmallow, couch and wild...
A single milk thistle
A single milk thistle growing in the schoolyard. You push up here as a dull green tongue poking out of...
The North Terrace gardener
The North Terrace gardener claims as part of his uniform the inconspicuous green of lawn and trees. As part of...
Anzac Day - Lone Pine
Tall enough* and at the fullness of the season for ripe green cones to open in...
