J’adore St. Isidore

  It’s been six months since I moved back to Milton and began a simple living, gardening odyssey. Six whole months! It’s a bit of a shock that we’re suddenly on the cusp of winter. Luckily, Milton is swathed in an Indian summer, at least for a little bit longer. I feel blessed to wake up…

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Pets mean peace

The Smith farm is home to eight people. The garage has been converted into three extra rooms, and I’m living the caravan life. The cars out front make it look like party central. It’s busy. It’s chaotic. It’s always fun. You’d think we were at capacity. But no. There’s plenty of room for the cats,…

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Autumn days

It’s autumn. The days got shorter all by themselves after we cashed in our daylight savings. The first lunar eclipse of the lunar tetrad (Blood Moon) bloomed in the sky. The mornings and evenings are crisp and clear. The sunsets are captivating. The light itself seems different. There’s already whispers of chimney smoke; errant invisible,…

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The life of a horticulture student

A Certificate II in Horticulture is a beautiful thing. Especially if you’re studying in the lovely seaside town of Ulladulla under the excellent tutelage of Malcolm, Graeme and Wendy. Add in a rambunctious group of classmates exuding endless enthusiasm, and you have yourself a tremendous combination. There’s Merino from Venezuela, Ross the van-dweller, Em the…

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A new chapter

I’m continually astounded by life. Sometimes, I feel like my entire existence is founded on a string of happy coincidences. Family. Friends. University. Travel. Returning home after a year of European wandering without a clear game-plan for 2014, wondrous coincidences continue to happen: I’m living simply at home in a small space, my very own…

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Mur Crusto and Snowdonia

June passed in a pleasant blur of calm days at Mur Crusto, interrupted by the hectic (though enjoyable) week in balmy Italy. I spent my days happily pottering in the garden, reading, and walking through Llangybi and surrounds. Over breakfast, I regularly battled two mischievous squirrels determined to eat all of the nuts left for…

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