I spent some time on Saturday building a bed of pine bark mulch for the Woolly Tea-Trees that line the entrance to our farm. Cut the madly growing grass, lay the paper, lay the bark. Rinse, repeat. You get into an absent minded rhythm doing this kind of work. Which is why I didn't notice this article and photo until I had a hand full of bark hovering over it:
I don't read the Mercury and the papers are collected for me, so it was quite a surpise to see Hanabeth's face looking back at me from under the tea tree.
I've crossed paths with HB at random and unexpected intervals over the years and I'll just chalk this up as another one :-)
Welcome to our garden HB!
Oh yeah and buy her book: Shock Waves - finding peace after the Bali bomb.