Some months ago, whilst out on a regular traipse up in the Dandenong Ranges, I came across a large thistle. It had a huge deep purple bloom and stood alone and upright on a chunky bristle-like stem waving about in a cool autumn breeze. A week later, its colour had faded to barely mauve, it’s stem […]
Category: Memoir
Summer Trip
It is Boxing day and as the excitement of Christmas fades, it is replaced by the sweet anticipation of a summer trip. It is a summer trip that will not take us south to a popular seaside spot, but one that will take us north to Albury, to the other side of the Victorian and […]