Knitting without a pattern premium
Perched on high stools, wrangling Vietnamese rolls and dipping bowls of inky soy sauce, scattering sesame seeds with every bite, my friend and I share life over lunch—precarious, unpredictable and messy, but somehow satisfying. As we talk about ageing parents and maturing children (how odd that time’s passing dictates such different adjectives) our words begin to […]
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Blood red premium
She arrived at my front door yesterday, unexpected, carrying a bucket. It was her last errand before leaving town for a family holiday—delivering a fragrant gift of thanks, roses from her carefully tended garden, Mister Lincoln, no less. It’s the scent that grabs you first and pulls you in to pay attention to deep red, […]
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Of grief and the snow gum premium
Winter. The aching cold creeps into my bones and stays. Like an unwelcome house guest, it distracts and drains me, apparently undeterred by my efforts to evict it. Outside, driving winds come in powerful waves, their icy blast arriving unhindered, direct from the snowy Australian Alps to me. Showery skirmishes of rain pass through indecisively, […]
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Slowing down for the pageant premium
Late autumn. A reason to slow down. Aromatic leathery eucalyptus leaves fall year round where I live, but they have company now—showy pay-attention company. Standing up amid an imposing array of angophoras, Sydney blue gums, blackbutts, turpentines and Queensland brush box in my neighbourhood are liquidambars, black tupelos, pin oaks, Japanese maples, swamp cypress and […]
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An ode to sourdough and hammocks, but mostly to friends premium
As so often happens when I go to the local shopping centre, I got sidetracked. Shared: Last week, I was hovering hopefully near the baker’s shelves—shelves of crusty sourdough, yeasty baps and fruity scones—wondering what to get, when instead I found a dear friend I hadn’t seen in a while. Within minutes, I had discovered the […]
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