I heard a whipbird this morning, the first in two years since before there were drought and fires. The autumn light is filtering through...

Usually ‘happy holidays’ is a break from work, though (whispers) for an author, December and January are the months editors usually send...

‘Isn’t it a lovely day,’ said Bryan, and we both blinked at each other. It is a lovely day. Half the bush is so weighted with wonga...

It's been a while... Ahem. It has been a while since the last newsletter, but I have excellent excuses: surgery to correct previous...

A Red Christmas The sky is grey, the sun is red, the paddocks and animals a uniform dusty tan. Our house is perched between two vast...

No, not that one. An even older one. Think of our most ancient cave paintings, or engravings under a cliff. Imagine the person carrying a...

Summertime Magic I have pondered long in the land I love What the land I love can be And the greatest gifts we can give each child Are...

The holidays are a time for nibbling. Everyone is on different timetables. Kids sleep in or wake at 5 am. Breakfast can last for three...

Alternatives to the Plastic Christmas Trees Photo found online (source unkown) Tired of the old green and shaggy but don’t want to go...

I wrote this almost forty years ago, in the late 70’s, during a drought that went on until 1983. I lived in a shed at the time; read by...