Our little garden grows and is covered in bottlebrush needles from the overhanging paperbark at this time of the year.
Not bad for less than 4 kms from the Sydney GPO (American-speak: less than 2-and-a-half miles from Downtown)
...I thought the world
Was sugar cake
For so our master said.
But, now I'll teach
My hands to bake
Our loaf of daily bread.
We're neither pure, nor wise, nor good
We'll do the best we know.
We'll build our house and chop our wood
And make our garden grow...
- Richard Wilbur, lyrics from Bernstein's Candide