Dear Ciara
The Gardener
You can call me The Gardener. I write from the thick humidity of Tropical Queensland, where the air sticks to your skin and the mangoes fall with a thud. This blog is a collection of letters I'm sending—right now—to a friend in Greater Sydney. They’re full of musings on gardening, books, songs, and the odd confession I probably shouldn’t be putting in writing. I’m sharing them here in case they strike a chord, plant a seed, or simply keep you company for a few minutes. Either way, I hope you find something in them to enjoy.
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Dear Ciara, Well, I’m home. After four weeks down south, soaking up the temperate blue and spending days exploring rockpools, I have returned to Tropical Queensland. It is good to be home again, to feel the sweat drip down my forehead and to listen to the buzzing of cicadas. While it was lovely and hot in NSW, it’s...
Dear Ciara, Work for the year is almost done. I won’t lie, it’s been a tense last few weeks—both professionally and personally—but there are friarbirds chirruping on the telephone wires this morning and I trust that everything will work out. The Organist and I are preparing for the arrival of my sister on Saturday....
Dear Ciara, I’ve spent the last couple of weeks patiently sitting in my garden, mostly beneath the lemon tree, waiting for birds to arrive. Birdwatching, it seems, requires significance patience. Some birds have finally begun to use the bird feeder—namely sparrows and munias—but I have yet to photograph them....
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