In the past week two major public realm projects opened in Sydney: Barangaroo Reserve and The Goods Line.
Both are on my list to visit next time I'm in Sydney, and both were created on former industrial sites...
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Typographic design by Nicole Phillips
In the past week two major public realm projects opened in Sydney: Barangaroo Reserve and The Goods Line.
Both are on my list to visit next time I'm in Sydney, and both were created on former industrial sites...
Typographic design by Nicole Phillips.
When I was a kid we played outside all the time.
I loved riding my bike round and around the canefields behind our house. My brother spent years climbing on to our shed roof and then hurtling himself off on a flying fox.
A friend’s place had the perfect combination of chook shed, tree, open lawn, and dark under-house area.
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I remember experiencing an almost unseemly level of excitement when I learned that potatoes and tomatoes were part of the nightshade family.
Nightshade…the very word draws you (me) in.
Maybe it was reading Mists of Avalon as an impressionable teenager: all those strong, misunderstood women who knew how to heal a handsome knight or take down a rogue one with a tea made from this or that garden clipping...
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A garden is always the better for containing something you can eat.
Trust me, that time you go to wrestle dinner out of a sprouting onion and three year old can of chickpeas you’ll be grateful that your neglected rosemary is such a trooper...
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If there could possibly have been a childhood garden activity more exciting than burning stuff, it was going to the dump.
Stuff you couldn’t burn, or fit in the bin, you simply took somewhere else and chucked away. Easy!
I’m pretty sure there was a voyeuristic aspect at play - look what those people are throwing away – but the whole spectacle was intriguing.
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When I was a kid, the coolest garden activity imaginable involved setting fire to stuff.
Every weekend, my dad would gather the week’s newspapers (admittedly not a massive fuel source, with all respect to The Daily Mercury) and other bits of cardboard and paper, and then go to the bottom of the yard and burn them in the incinerator...
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