Our indigenous/water-wise front yard transformation and the learned lessons that got us there.
Which flamingo are you, one or two?
That time I spent the whole of Tuesday worrying that I might have been fatally poisoned by a Wimpy waffle.
It was tragic. In fact, I don't think I've had such strong feelings about a planty mishap since the alpine strawberry harvest of 2014.
May your holiday celebrations be like fermenting cabbage and decaying fruit peels (but in a good way).