A fig from my mother
Wednesday, February 3rd, 2010Today is my mother’s birthday and to celebrate her life I ate the last fig from a tree she gave me. It was everything you would expect from a freshly picked fig - soft, sweet, juicy and a truly melt-in-the-mouth experience. Except the fig has an extra special significance because it was from a tree my mother gave me when she first got sick.
My mother passed away at the end of last year after a long battle with Alzheimer’s disease and so to me the fig tree represents her, and is a wonderful reminder of mum in my favourite place – my garden.
It is a lovely little tree that I keep in a half wine barrel, which is surrounded by succulents.

This year I left my garlic a little late to pull up. By the time I got to it all the stems had died down and mostly disappeared. So when I started to dig up the heads, I couldn’t find them.
I have to admit I have become a bit of a lazy gardener. It is not intentional - more of a mix of having a really bad back and lack of time due to my job and two little kids.
Today is
It seems the rain in Sydney is over for the moment, and I’ve been enjoying the garden while it has been wet.
How’s this for a low impact bath. My kids recently had a bath in my brother’s backyard.
A friend of mine has a fantastic worm farm that lives in the corner of his garden. When I say “in”, I mean literally in the vegetable patch.
For Earth Day (today) I’ve created a
Yay! My book is here. Well not exactly my book exclusively – a book I’ve contributed to. Yep, this is a blatant plug but it’s the first book I’ve written for, and it does relate to Greenfoot because the copy is about composting and building a worm farm.
