New growth on a sickly plant is really quite exciting. It elicits a small squeak of joy when I discover the tiny green leaves pushing their way out of the stem, full of vim and vigour. This Croton is on a seemingly endless cycle of near-death and rejuvenation, but I am trying extra hard this
I rescued a tiny succulent from a crack in the concrete on a street in Parramatta several years ago. I brought it home, found it a pot, and it keeps growing towards the light. Its curious leaves hold so many happy memories from that weekend - of strolling the streets and op-shops with a kindred
I wanted to plant a tree and ended up having to dig up a concrete slab and a tree stump. Needless to say, I haven't yet planted the tree, but after many days of hard labour in the cold and sometimes rain, the slab is a pile a rubble. It feels good to have vanquished
What a surprising splash of greenery down a laneway amid the noise, bustle and concrete of inner city Melbourne. There's something very domestic about the ramble of plants in pots and hanging off balconies, and the line of pots at the end of the lane. It gives the impression that it's been done by plant-loving
