my mother’s garden — love the people you meet

Sharing this piece from my dear friend Mel Irvine.

my mother’s garden is older than me in places (it has places) i have never stood or seen until now, remembering cedar trees (dad planted them when we were little) and weekends spent collecting bush seeds, saplings and native vines, repotted in the school holidays when the other kids in the street visited the city […]

via my mother’s garden — love the people you meet

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