The magic mix
Tomes have been written about composting, writes John Coldebella, but it doesn’t have to be complicated.
The end of the line
Glenn certainly had a go but he was no match for the forces of economic rationalism, writes John Coldebella.
Why I do care a fig
John Coldella pays homage to the fruit of the gods and original G string. Cartoon by Natasha Williams-Novak
What’s in a nickname?
A mate by any other nickname wouldn’t be quite the same. John Coldebella delves into the art of taking the piss.
Summer of strange signs
Feral tomatoes, transgender nuts and ravenous birds ... summer was full of surprises for local gardeners, reports John Coldebella
Any which way
John Coldebella reckons you can pick a Wonthaggi local by the distinctive sense of direction.
Palm town
They dominate our skyline and yet we barely see them. John Coldebella goes in search of the exotic palm and finds it flourishing in every court, crescent and cul de sac.
The unintentional gardener
There are two gardens at John Coldebella’s place; the one he cultivates and the one that cultivates itself.
Out of season
Gardening has always been a gamble. Throw in climate change and anything can happen, writes John Coldebella.
Full and plenty
In Bass Coast, we are lucky enough to be able to plant and harvest all year round, writes John Coldebella.
The joy of gardens
John Coldebella delights in a procession of young children going through the ritual of wonder and discovery as they eat their way around his yard.
The moments that matter
For all the years of hardship, war and migration, Anna Coldebella declared there were two stories about her worth telling once she was gone.
The scarlet pimpernel of Wonthaggi
This intrepid young fox breaks all the rules, writes a bereaved but half-admiring John Coldebella. Cartoon by Natasha Williams-Novak
The charm of the humble blackbird
John Coldebella confesses to a love/hate relationship with the birds that share his garden.
A little upside down
These days the statesmen are running around chasing a leather ball while the larrikins are running the country.