Crisis and chaos
On the walk down to the river, I tread slowly on the powdery red dirt of the path. In the scrub on the side of the track the oak leaves are already turning crisp and brown. Too early. It's a stress response to the ongoing drought. I've raked up wheelbarrows
Feeding the soil
We're baking this week. Or rather, we are being baked. The online weather oracles I'm consulting with fevered devotion tell me the temperatures will tip 40°C today (that's 104°F). It's properly hot. This kind of summer feels more akin to weather extremes of the wintry kind - we
