A POSTCARD FROM PARADISE

We evicted the python and moved into “Paradise” during the wet season.  Three weeks of solid rain.  Now we’re watching the grass grow, literally. For a country residence it needed work to make habitable, though plenty call it home. The world’s nocturnal croaking frog population camp outside our bedroom window.  At breakfast they handover to […]

Flowering

My three year old self wanted to be a flower. Couldn’t my mother, a keen gardener, just plant and water me somewhere with sufficient sunshine? No one explained ‘impossible’. Later I fell under the spell of orchids. Imagination loved the bee, native wasp and ant seduced by appearances, deranged by design and wrapped up in […]

THE CROSSING PLACE

A sepia postcard dusty with time and fingered edges flaking inside the metal tin. Lifted free the scene lives. A scent of horse and sulky, guided by a driver in pale dress and petticoats picking their way down the muddy incline. Weir-edged, the pooled water mirrors a ruffled scene. Framed by trees sentinel in paddocks, […]

BONDI BEACH-ITIS

Sydney had a temperature. Bondi Beach waved, beckoning. Ignoring thousands of pale bodies packed like grilling prawns on the sand, she feels the soothing cool water on hot skin and tastes the familiar saltiness of the Pacific. Offshore the incredible chattering of the masses at play rises cicada-like. Emerging, her senses are assaulted by foreign […]

ON HAVING THAT FINAL FALLING DREAM

Old grazier George arrives from his outback station hauling an Irishman’s thirst for his shearer’s cheque.  Cashing in at the ‘Royal’, cool ale scours dust accumulated in the woolshed. Stumbling upstairs, heart hammering and breathless, he retires. Woolly with sleep in the early hours, he believes he is home.  Driven by thirst and mistaking a […]