WARNING…..INCLUDES CONFRONTING SPIDER PICTURE! It wasn’t until my friend Dianne told me about her battle to get rid of ivy in her new garden that I realized my own ivy problem had become super-serious. Stupidly, I had deliberately spread the variegated variety around. I’d considered it more
Read more →My garden in the chilly Blue Mountains has acid soil, which is why I grow azaleas, rhododendrons, hydrangeas…..and daphnes. At last count I had nine…..sorry, ten. What could be better than a shrub that flowers in mid winter and has one of the most heavenly
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‘Hello Possums!’ has long been Dame Edna Everidge’s affectionate greeting to her audience. They are definitely very cute….in their place! Once my husband and I awoke before dawn to the tinkling of glassware and thought a burglar was making off with our crystal goblets. We
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Below is a photo taken in 1933, during the Great Depression. It is a Christmas lily farm at Pennant Hills, in New South wales. The farm produced 100,000 cut flowers for the Australian florist trade that year. It seems that Christmas lilies are no longer
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SCROLL TO BOTTOM FOR LATEST UPDATE! My guardian Pauline Conolly grew a special rose called Hot Chocolate. ‘Come and smell it Des’ she said. So I did, just to make her happy. I took a deep breath of
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ALWAYS CARRY A CAMERA Owning a small ‘point and shoot’ camera has transformed the way I look at and appreciate my Blue Mountains garden. The play of light, the beauty of a detail suddenly observed. It means that my ‘matron’s rounds’ are slower, but they are also
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Hello Dear People Well because my vegie growing has been so awesome, my guardian Pauline Conolly finally agreed to buy me a little greenhouse. The only trouble was that she took the cheap option (what a surprise….NOT) and it came in at least 100 bits. OMG!!
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] It was that period in the vernal quarter when we may suppose the Dryads to be waking for the season. The vegetable world begins to move and swell and the saps to rise, till in the completest silence of lone gardens and trackless plantations, where everything
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