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White Night Melbourne, 18th February 2017
March 1, 2017

In its 5th year, Melbourne’s White Night is a cultural event held over a 12 hour period from Saturday, 7.00pm to Sunday 7.00am.

A friend and I decided to test our boundaries by travelling down to Melbourne by train on Saturday, the 18th for our first experience of this event. We decided the attractions in the Carlton Gardens – Melbourne Museum area would be enough to occupy us for the night.

This is a YouTube rich post as what we saw was beyond words. We were picking our jaws off the ground a good deal as we experienced the attractions of the night.

It was impossible to ignore the projection show, Rhythms of the Night, on the exterior of the Royal Exhibition Building


The projection depicted what happens during the cycles of our sleep. Mmmmmm…..I am still waiting for a night’s sleep like this.

Nebulous was an eye catching art installation in front of the Melbourne Museum.

My friend and I wandered over to a large illuminated model of a boat made from tubes but with 7 people aboard, The Pyrophone Juggernaut turned into a rip snorting, flame spurting percussion/wind instrument complete with the occasional explosion. Yes, as we stood amazed at the spectacle before us, my friend said: ‘It was worth coming just for this!’

We were further entertained by the Sonic Light Bubble, artificial possums with glowing red eyes lodged in the branches of trees (I suspect any self respecting brush tailed possum would have vacated the Carlton Gardens for the night) and two stilt walkers dressed as flamingos.

Crowd members got into the spirit of the night with children wearing twinkling footwear running by and adults dressed up. The merchandise sellers were doing well going on the numbers of light sabres being waved and the illuminated head wear being worn.

We felt well rewarded for our efforts as we boarded the last train home before midnight.

The price of our adventure? Food and drink only. We used our free Seniors travel vouchers for the trains and trams and the attractions were free.


Ainsley, Kyneton
January 18, 2016


The day is bright and sunny. It is 35 degrees Celsius, the air conditioner is going and I am searching through my archives for a post for this week. My attention alights upon a garden I visited in September during the 2015 Kyneton Daffodil and Arts Festival.

The 6th of September 2015 was grey and bitterly cold as only Kyneton can be. Yet, I braved the elements to visit two town gardens which were open as part of the festival.

Ainsley is a garden which has been remodelled over the past four years. The rear of the property slopes down to the Campaspe River. The garden experiences more severe cold and frosts than other parts of Kyneton resulting in more challenging growing conditions.




This part of the garden is still being developed. I was interested in the way old concrete and rubble was being used to form the garden edging/wall for this built up bed.




The purple broccoli was eye catching. Purple vegetables were present in various open gardens I visited last spring.






The front garden has been remodelled over the past two years.









A Garden Remembered
June 26, 2015


Calm and content I sit,

The late sun

Dapples the green of my backyard.

Monday, 28th of July 2008

This is the first post in a series featuring drawings I made of my former garden in Ferntree Gully.


Memories of a Garden Long Gone
January 13, 2015







I was looking through my photographs recently when I discovered these forgotten images of flowers from my garden in Ferntree Gully, in the outer eastern suburbs of Melbourne.

I was a chaotic gardener and my garden reflected this.

The garden gave me much pleasure and joy. It was my sanctuary.

The flowers in the top photograph came from my favourite tree, a Silver Banksia, Banksia marginata . It was planted next to my chook shed. Other favourite trees were also planted near the chook shed – native frangipani and a callistemon.  I would go to this corner of the garden to think.

The banksia grew to be a large, solid tree; its flowers attracting birds, fruit bats and possums.

After I sold my home in Ferntree Gully in September 2012, the trees were cut down and all evidence of the garden’s existence removed – except for a few renegade daffodils.

Two villa units now stand on the site of my former home and garden.

This post is a preview of an occasional series featuring drawings I made of my former garden.



This rose grew from a cutting from my Aunt Anne’s garden in Castlemaine. It was planted near the window of my dining area where I could appreciate its fragrance in the warmer months.


The yellow iris also came from my Aunt Anne’s garden.




The kangaroo apples, Solanum lanciniatum Aiton, self seeded around the garden.


I loved the native frangipani, Hymenosporum flavum. Its sweet perfume filled the night air.




This creamy callistemon was a small tree with papery bark. The flowers smelled of honey. It attracted bees and other insects.


View from Mei’s Room
January 10, 2013


Gazing through the window,

I contemplate a jumble of roofs poking through the trees.

Industrial buildings adorn a grassy hillside,

A TV aerial shoots up from a roof into the sky

Calling in the magic of television.

If I move my head, I can see the blue of Mt. Macedon floating in the distance.

Mei’s room, Preston

1st January 2013