MERRY (WINDY) CHRISTMAS

It might be time to move the bed. I’ve got us under the open window where it was once a delight to sleep with the cool night air wafting up from the vale of Annandale and animating our dreams. Now the perishing winds of climate change howl indoors all night, tilt the pictures, scare the …

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THE GREEN GREEN GRASS OF NEXT DOOR

Dried leaves have fallen onto the lawn from the weeping myrtle. Summer is here. The lawn itself is a miracle. Our neighbours had a few jigsaw pieces of turf left over from landscaping their backyard and offered them to me. In time honoured fashion I didn’t do anything properly. I didn’t pull up or poison …