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Nova WeetmanThe Guardian |
It’s citrus season, and the trees of my streets are heavy with the bright balls of fruit. My son sometimes picks me a lemon or two on his way home...
At a Catholic primary school in Melbourne’s outer-north, I began a recent visit by showing the students a photograph of the jar of Nova dill pickles...
Years ago, my son and I took a pottery class one Saturday afternoon. I agreed to take him – he wanted to try the wheel but was too young to go...