My garden is not much like Hieronymus Bosch’s painting – clearly there are not masses of naked people frolicking amidst the containers – or at least not when I’m around and I’d assume not right now either, it’s winter and not the most flattering season for naked frolicking. Unless, of course, goosebumps and purple mottled skin are the accessories du jour – note to self, check Vogue.
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Containers of Earthly Delights
Légume d’art
I had a very specific plan when I ordered seed for my current vegie plot. Anything that sounded interesting that I had not seen for sale in the supermarket or greengrocer was going to have a chance in my little garden.
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Alien Strawberry
I was hanging out in the kitchen with Aussie Trucker’s son, Ghillie Kid, my garden buddy/lifter of heavy things/super army soldier, admiring my Venus Fly Trap and pondering the joy of all things carnivorous, when he noticed alien fruit.
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My New Garden Hero, Alys
Since I’ve been unable to work for pay with the dodgy ankle, I’ve been spending a fair amount of time sitting on my posterior watching gardening programs. This is both good and bad. Good because I’m learning, and bad because what my ballet teacher from years ago said is true – things you sit on get bigger. Hmmmn.
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