Autumn 2008

Still, I feel lucky to have experienced that summer before investing money or hope planning our own garden renovations, because, come autumn, out came the wimpy Silver Birches and Hydrangeas and in went the Olives, Crabapples and Crepe Myrtles, and anything else Mediterranean-like with a love of crappy soil and bugger-all summer rain (and, yes, an Australian native or two, as long as it I didn’t have to rely on an eastern stater’s report of “drought-tolerant”: “natives” from the rainforests of New South Wales or “4 seasons in one day” Victoria are not necessarily designed for summer on the Adelaide plains)

Matt worked like a demon with his shovel and wheelbarrow (thanks Geoff and Eri – an inspired Christmas present indeed), 10, 000L of rainwater storage was installed and plans were set to cover the garden with god knows how many metres of dripper irrigation system in time for another predicted paper-dry summer ahead.

Stinking hot at Womadelaide 2008














Fela shows an aptitude for the great game














jetsetting it to Melbourne






























Fela seems to have inherited a strong family trait