Growing up in the ’70s in Brisbane, Australia in the backyard we had: a vegetable patch, compost heap, an incinerator and of course, a Hills Hoist. It was a place to play backyard cricket, do gymnastics or at least headstands, plant vegetable gardens and grow things like choko vines, Passionfruit, Paw Paws and Bowen Mangoes if you were lucky. My Parents love gardening, when we were young, Mum and Dad planted the front garden with annuals and roses, making a beautiful display outside and inside the house bunches of cut flowers were plentiful.
Down an internet rabbit hole and happened to stumble across my blog and thought why not crank it up again?
Let me state to begin with, it still seems weird to say ‘my blog’ even in my head, it’s a little like saying my Maserati or my Gucci handbag. It sounds so ostentatious! The practice of writing thoughts and ideas helps to make sense of this crazy world we live in.