Life and Wildlife on the Banks of the Murrumbidgee
Back when there were six gates between Esdale and the Wee Jasper Road to Yass, when going to town meant harnessing up a horse and buggy, fruit trees in the garden must have been precious things. When my parents first arrived at Esdale in 1980, the garden had a whole orchard with apples, pears, nectarines,... Continue Reading →
Fresh, juicy, aromatic apricots are one of the joys of Christmas time in Australia. So I was horrified to see that criminals were in the garden stealing our treasures. I ran out shrieking swear words at them. Of course they think shrieking is just talking endearments in their own squawking language, but the running... Continue Reading →
One Bend In The River 