Welcome to the sometimes painful, often preposterous, essentially playful world of the woman who brought you 'The Grass Was Always Browner' -- a tell-all memoir of my Sydney-based childhood, originally titled 'Dancing with Dingoes'. There's some dancing in it.
Sunday, April 3, 2016
Flowers ought not to be green as their job is to stand out from the leaves. But this hydrangea of ours is green. I think it's lovely.