My parents are moving house for the second time in my life. And while it’s a good move and a necessary one, it does mean that Mum loses her garden that she’s spent 15 years pottering around in.
Somewhere along the line Mum’s green thumb genes mixed with some recessive black thumb gene and resulted in me. I have killed cactuses.
So I asked Mum to guest post for me and show me her favourite parts of the garden.
There aren’t many places that can compete with this view. Although living so close to a National Park does have its downsides.
Fortunately fires aren’t too regular an occurrence.
But being that close to the National Park means native flowers and wildlife thrive. We actually do get kangaroos come up to the backyard and drink from the bird bath. [Beks note – I wish Mum had sent me a pic of that! I’m sure we have one somewhere]