You can call me The Gardener. I write from the thick humidity of Tropical Queensland, where the air sticks to your skin and the mangoes fall with a thud.
This blog is a collection of letters I'm sending—right now—to a friend in Greater Sydney. They’re full of musings on gardening, books, songs, and the odd confession I probably shouldn’t be putting in writing.
I’m sharing them here in case they strike a chord, plant a seed, or simply keep you company for a few minutes. Either way, I hope you find something in them to enjoy.