the nostalgic fruitgrower

Looking at my most recent plantings, and thinking of the things I've regretted not being able to grow, or secretly dreamed of growing, has started me wondering why fruit trees, more than any other plants, seem so deeply nostalgic.

first winter musings

Winter’s well and truly here, and with it the best and worst of life in Fryerstown. I love winter but the house here is so, so cold and so hard to warm up, and this first burst always brings dread at the three or four months of denying discomfort that’s to come – if I won Tattslotto it would be a designed-from-scratch passive solar house for me. So much for the charms of our relocated suburban 40s weatherboard!