Out here in the boondocks, all it takes is a couple of days' sunshine and we're assailed with massed lawnmowers, whippersnippers, and hedge trimmers roaring, revving and farting in glorious surround sound. Of course, the Corner Cottage versions of these tools are all electric -- if all of Braidwood went the same way, we'd reach …
It’s been a good few months since we established our veggie patch here at Corner Cottage, and I’d hate for anyone to interpret this silence as indicating failure. Quite the contrary – the two tubs of carefully-prepared earth have spent spring and early summer erupting with greenstuff. A froth of vegetation has risen in its …
I never thought I’d be one of those people who obsessed about their roses. Turns out I am. Which means I was wrong about ‘those people’ as they are clearly pretty cool. It’s really because I've never had a garden of my own. And the fact that Corner Cottage’s previous occupants studded the grounds with …
So much of what winds up as what’s currently known as ‘content’ on these pages is couched in terms of obsession and the unintended consequences of fossicking around in rabbit holes. Let’s not take this opportunity to delve into that particular issue, which would just get a bit too meta for a Sunday. Suffice to …
You know, through the long, sweaty Singapore years, cooped up in our high-rise apartment, we often talked in a misty-eyed fashion about a golden future in which we’d have a garden. It would be an elegant, well-groomed, peaceful place, with gently tinkling rills, shady trees, lush lawns and rank upon rank of fragrant roses, peonies, …
It’s been a while since I’ve been on the tools, mainly due to the weather -- all that cold, rain and mud aren’t conducive to outdoor exertions. But there’s been a particular task weighing on the old mind and today was the day allotted to completing it. Remember the weeds in our lawn? Well, both …
Living out here in the NSW country, free of the rigid limits of that 9-5, five days a week existence, it’s becoming increasingly difficult to differentiate between the days. That’s really OK, most of the time, but sometimes you do wake up in the morning and struggle to remember whether it’s a weekend or not. …
Thinking a bit about the various variations of my chosen profession, writing, had me reminiscing a bit about a man I spent a lot of time with in the late ‘80s. Out of choice, initially, and then because he’d kind of moved in and couldn’t be evicted. The man was American poet E. E. Cummings …
Here’s a little tale about enthusiasm. Misguided enthusiasm in the service of a cause which didn’t really need any particular focus or dedication . . . but I want to say the enthusiasm is laudable in itself. Remember my posts about how chilly it’s been of a night here in Braidwood? And also how we’ve …
Today wasn’t a very cold day in Braidwood, but the blustery wind made it feel much colder. It was the kind of weather that deceives you into going outside without adequate clothing, only to find every blast of wind penetrating to the skin. After an active weekend involving more electrical installation (lighting this time), we …
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