Category: Between Two Hills

The tall, thin radiata pine-tree crashed to the ground with a soft thud. It was one of about 100 pin…

I was standing at the veggie garden gate yesterday chatting with Ric who was on his hands and knees…

On our very first day at Kookaburra Rise, we gathered kindling and wood for an evening fire. We had…

Kookaburra Rise. That’s the new name for our farm. Do you like it? Each morning, we’ve been waki…

Our vision for the Red Hill farm is to build a haven for family, friends and community to gather, le…

It’s the winter school holidays of 1973. I’m ten years old and our family is living in a small c…

Anything can happen in one year. After my last relationship disaster and the subsequent grief after…