A bumblebee careens clumsily about a lone yellow foxglove, surrounded by row upon row of lavender bushes, their flowers oscillating gently in the breeze. The sun beats down on my neck. I pick a head from a nearby plant, roll its buds between my fingers and inhale its distinctive scent. I sigh happily. Mmm… Mitcham. This is surburbia at its most suburban, a world of cul-de-sacs, washing the car, trimming the hedge, dreaming of the countryside, commuting to the city. A land I long to forget. To … [Read more...]