CUT AND COME AGAIN
NORMAN Lindsay was born and spent his childhood in the little village of Creswick, not far from mine, here in country Victoria, and we all grew up reading his most famous children’s work.
It must have rubbed off, because I just
The Hanging Gardens
THERE is something a little bit dreamy about a hanging garden, the way it sways and drifts and dangles. The gentle movement of hanging plants always seems to capture water and sunlight in a way that hits differently. I feel like time slows down in th
