I’ve been away for a few weeks. Western Australia is the perfect place to escape a Melbourne winter: swimming with whale sharks, camping under a magnificant sparkly night sky at an old sheep station, and flying out to the Abrolhos Islands where we snorkelled on a spectacular coral reef few people seem to know about.
Now, however, I’m back home in chilly Melbourne.
At first glance the garden looked so sad. The dafney looked to be lamenting, the grass forlorn, and trees so bare. But nature always has a surpise in store. And once again, by looking up, I found something special. Five fabulous gumnuts which were so much bigger than when we went away. The tree, the last gift my mother gave me, three years ago, is now billowing upwards, replete with gumnuts, inching its way ever closer to the overhead power lines.