Spring mornings in the Diggies bush smell fabulous because of the native frangipani (Hymenosporum flavum for you Latin lovers), and look beautiful because of the mauve Australian indigo (Indigofera australis) and the purple Hardenbergia vine that will soon carpet the bush floor if we get rain.
If we get rain. With recent grey skies delivering only 0.6 of a mm of the promised 8.0 mm here, tanks and dams are lower in Diggies than anyone would like, … Read more »
I hear the voice of my late mother very often. I’m unsure whether this ongoing dialogue is a healthy part of grieving or whether she really is a Diggies resident, but she sure shames me about my windows. Cleaning them at winter’s end brings in an embarrassing amount of light, but is newspaper and vinegar really the only way? More light is streaming in, but the winter fire still … Read more »
During a break in the rain, Diggies residents met on Saturday 23 May for the Annual General Meeting of the Dignams Creek Community Group (DCCG). Dignams Creek residents have been organising in this way since 1995, but articles in the Cobargo Chronicle record community working bees and get-togethers as far back as 1898. These were all, of course, preceded by Djiringanj communities living in and enjoying this place they called Wullunthar, meaning very crooked, for … Read more »
Recently, Fiona Kotvojs shared a very interesting observation when she and I were down at the Folk Festival selling thousands of sausages and steak sandwiches for the Cobargo Fire Brigade (as you do when you’re a vegetarian who feels guilty for not attending training). She started to count down all the second and third generation people who grew up, left and have now returned to call … Read more »
‘Welcome back, creeps!’ I said with feeling while pulling off leeches. As the tanks filled and the dry creek bed got moving again, I didn’t mind a few leech bites one bit. Some Diggies residents, like me, only unpacked their car stuffed with fire grab bags in order to go shop for supplies in case they were flooded in. Again, fine. Every millimetre of rain took a metre off my stress … Read more »
My first opportunity to meet people in Diggies was a Christmas party chucked by Rob a few weeks after I moved here. Upon arrival, I caught eyes with Martin Kotvojs, who smiled at me perhaps sensing that I was a bit overwhelmed, or maybe because I was the only person he didn’t know. I wandered over and said, ‘Well, you look like the most interesting person here’ and … Read more »