Flame trees, jacarandas and silky oaks, are flowering wildly, against the smoke. Two months since we nearly lost our house in the Binna Burra bushfire, and fires continue to burn all around us. Our lives are saturated with smoke.
These mountains are my home, these forests are my refuge, these rainforests are my sacred place. But climate change is taking this away from me. If my house burns down, I can rebuild it somewhere else. But I can’t rebuild this landscape the same as it was. Not while the weather continues its relentless march into new territory that’s hostile to humans and rainforests alike.
Cara Schultz has written a terrific review of Stories from the Wildworld in the latest issue of Australian Birdlife magazine. It’s my first book review ever, and I can only hope that future reviews will be just as generous and … Read More
The books have arrived! A big van pulled up in the driveway today, and now we have many boxes of Stories from the Wildworld piled up in our house. Wooopeee! I now pronounce Stories from the Wildworld, my first kid’s … Read More