The ice man cometh

The wind is blowing ice off the Brindabellas; the frosts are coming to Murrumbateman. I've pulled out my fingerless gloves and beanie. Yesterday we picked all the pumpkins, even those that aren’t quite ripe and don’t ring hollow when we tap them. For want of a wire rack to store them on, so that they... Continue Reading →

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