Blackheath, New South Wales
an afternoon’s performance
as they filter through overhanging grapevines, casting tessellated patterns on her
wrinkled hands. She told of how ‘me and Billy build a road with pick and shovel; took three months.
All the way from the highway to our farm. No tractors needed. We worked the land, build our home with wattle and daub, no money needed, there wasn’t any around.’
Contemplate this reality.
We enjoy the warmth
of this verandah,