THIS week I returned to a park that’s haunted my imagination since I stumbled on it 20 years ago. Nirvana Park in Koonawarra is an enigma. About five acres of park or garden, in the midst of other large private gardens.
There are no signs to tell you it’s a public place, just a couple of overgrown signs announcing an entrance. Hard to resist and I didn’t.
I wandered around and wondered once again about the woman who loved this place for most of her life. It took some searching but I found the small brass plaque that had so intrigued me on my first visit: “In memory of Ivee Strazzabosco who lovingly devoted her life to nurturing Nirvana Park, 1993.”