My morning stroll took me past a large eucalyptus tree that appeared to being growing entwined with another sizeable deciduous tree. On closer inspection, it is in fact a grape vine that has wound its way up the trunk to dizzying heights rarely reached by its kind. The leaves are stunning in their autumnal colours, cascading through the branches of muted green.
By Amie Brûlée
Amie Brûlée is a musician, performer, teacher and researcher. She sings, plays piano, double bass and ukulele, unearths old songs and writes new ones. Amie also has a PhD in wine and anthropology and adores teaching wine tasting, gastronomy and song-writing. Amie lives in central Victoria with a house full of instruments, a head full of songs and a cellar full of wine.View all of Amie Brûlée's posts.