About Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist
I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. Commenced a masters by research in 2014.
Gorgeous, gorgeous simplicity…Can’t believe how many varieties of begonias there are. I’ve never seen this one before.
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It grows like a tree and plants easily from a cutting. It is beautiful.
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Irene, your garden looks so lush and stunning. Those white begonia flowers are stunning.
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Sadly not my garden although I took a cutting and grew it in our Gloucester garden. It is a stunner.
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I was going to post some photos of my in-laws’ garden in the Byron Bay hinterland. They have some lovely tropical plants and the soil is fantastic…not like our beach sand!
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It makes such a difference the kind of soil you have. Ours is sand as well. My friend’s hinterland garden would be like your in-laws at Byron Bay. Lovely.
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They look like tiny bells. Your garden is gorgeous – such a lovely place to come home to.
Ah, waft my your fragrance, tender blooms. Ah, bring me your shade, clustered leaves. Ah, pluck me your sweetness, ripe fruit. Ah, wrap me your beauty, calm peace.
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I wish it was my garden but like you I soak it up as per your verse.
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(Sh….It’s ours for the looking and that’s all the ownership I need.)
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Lovely images
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Thank you Raewyn.
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