I live near the middle of a city covering an area of nearly 10,000 km2 of suburban sprawl, asphalt roads and footpaths - in the tatty northern suburbs of Melbourne, 200 metres from Bell Street, a major traffic sewer. Yet despite the concrete, asphalt and spindly street trees, nature still makes her presence felt. You … Continue reading In My Garden – Birds (Native and Otherwise)
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winter
winter garden gnarled branches stripped of leaves aged fingers grasping at the sky southerly wind cutting through the grass winter’s chilling breath new turned soil beneath the sheltering trees sodden blankets heaped on dormant seeds harsh call of the circling raven echoing through the cold bright sky green shoots of hyacinths and blue bells outriders … Continue reading winter
