I may need to get out more.

It can be odd the ways in which one's mind plays tricks on us. My mind certainly. Today is the 25th anniversary of my arrival in Australia.

I resist the impulse to offer advice. I know my limits.

Thistle the Cat takes charge.

Solanum nigrum, Solanum americanum ... to be all Latin and botanical about it.

I worked from home today. Spike drew my attention to these small plants. Like monochrome cocktail umbrellas.

As Milton wrote, "They also serve who only stand and wait." Does that apply to cats?

Spike and Thistle The Cat enjoying the dappled shade in Spike Deane's garden.

We are told to expect a long, hot summer. Already I cannot remember the last time it rained. This may be as green as it gets.

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