Greg’s Garden

Full disclosure: Greg is my partner. For three of the five years we’ve shared, I’ve been blissfully inhabiting his garden (he’ll correct me and say “our garden” but you see him with the secateurs much more than me). The place belongs to a friend of his – it’s a red brick home with a big backyard in one of Melbourne’s northern suburbs. When Greg moved in eight years ago, it had been neglected for some time. Slowly, he brought biodiversity back to the property, planting natives, non-natives and edibles wherever he could find space. Now, we have all kinds of birds and insects calling the place home, with nests appearing every spring, and new songs emerging daily. It’s a place of abundance and beauty, which feeds us and inspires us, and has kept us entertained, particularly through the tough lockdowns. I love