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Journeys : August September 2009
In Tasmania today My slice of the island Christina Giudici Photos Christina Giudici and Juliet Chapman patch that got the carpet treatment, in faded pink pulled up from the spare bedroom. I only had to cut one corner off and it fitted beautifully. Let decades of dust and fluff become food for the worms! I Looking out from my upstairs window, I’m having a moment of gratitude for my great good fortune. It’s 4.15 pm in early June and already there’s a warm end-of-day tone to the reflections from windows across the river. The light is exaggerating the gold in the leaves on the birch tree just outside my window. This year it’s a carpet of leaves, mostly scavenged from the gutters and streets of South Hobart near my home. I can hardly bear to drive past big tempting piles of leaves in gutters, conveniently heaped-up and dampened by the rain. I stop and gather them in garbage bags, then spread them round my fruit trees. The leaf carpet is looking good from up here, all brownred and gold-flecked. I turned all my compost heaps into hay-bale corrals last weekend, and put a leaf carpet layer on top, so things are looking pleasingly tidy. I can see that I planted the broad beans way too close together. The new green shoots contrast brightly with the black damp soil, and I can pick out the place where I must have stopped planting, then started again. The arc of beans that follows the curve of the garden bed has a kink half-way round, and sets off on a converging path with the next row. I remember now, it was one of those perfect days when the earth was damp, the air was cool and the sun warm on my back. Ken, who delivers eggs from his chooks up the road, dropped by with a brown dozen. We chatted about the garlic, which had shot out of the ground only days after being planted. I put the eggs up on the veranda and was distracted by the 36 August / September 09 ’ve been carpeting the garden again. Last year it was the soon-to-be potato
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