Dougie 'wakes up' to smell the roses.

Down time. Sunday in Spike Deane's garden. Work can wait. We'll shake some different tree tomorrow.

I was born a city boy. And I have grown into a suburban adult, it would seem.

We awoke a little late. I think we have a plausible excuse (see the preceding 55 hours). As I should have anticipated, there were no...

Sitting in Spike Deane's garden. Doing nothing in the late autumn sun. We have lots of these.

for my dear friend Chris It is three minutes to five on an exquisite Canberra spring day. I'm sitting under the fading sun of the late...

Spike's garden begins to bloom