The ivy and I are having a turf war. Not content with the neighbour’s garden, it wants to take over the world. My trusted sword (the secateurs) is helping me keep it from advancing further than the fence, but it persists most valiantly. In the right light, its doomed optimism is quite attractive.
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.