April 15, 2025

Smoke - but no fire

Or only when the leaves change to their rich autumn colour as they’ve done again this year. This Purple Smoke Bush (Cotinus coggygria Purple Form) was well-established when we moved to the property ten years ago, but as that was in July we missed seeing its stunning  autumn glory. This species isn’t an Australian native although some varieties of smoke bush are.

 

The purple smoke bush is lovely in every season though, with purplish green leaves in spring and soft, smoky feathery flower balls in summer, that float about like thistledown. Previous owners of the property were clearly taken with this small tree as there’s a second one in the garden, but it never achieves the spectacular quality of this one, which has been a blaze of glory every autumn almost to the point where it hurts your eyes to look at it.

 

There have been many plants in the garden that were unknown to us initially, and several others that were revealed as shrubs and bushes have needed to be cut back or cut out. Then of course the resident guru has planted more native trees and shrubs since being here, most of which have thrived and grown – and from which seeds and cuttings have been taken so others can be planted, or given away to good homes.

 

But a changing climate is noticeably affecting some plants, with summer flowers hanging on this year during what can only be described as an Indian summer, while spring bulbs are already shooting up in places despite winter having barely begun.

 

Meanwhile there’s been no rain for weeks so hand watering continues to be necessary for some favoured plants. Others have to fend for themselves. I fear for the lovely oak tree and the lilac – both of which are unused to drought-like conditions, coming as they do from Europe and which remind me of the land of my birth. These lovely trees may be well-established but I cannot help feeling surely there must be limits to their tolerance for lack of water. 

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By Anne Layton-Bennett July 22, 2026
Attracting the interest of a publisher for this story of a community’s campaign to stop what would have been ‘the world’s fourth largest pulp mill’ being built was never going to be easy, but hoping the first of two 3-minute Literary Speed Dating pitch sessions will prompt at least one of the two publishers to request the full MSS. And preferably both of them. These twice-yearly Perfect Pitch sessions are offered to members of the Australian Society of Authors, and this is the first time I’ve taken advantage of them – mainly because of the need to have a completed MSS before doing so. Three minutes isn’t long to excite the interest of a publisher who is after stories in very specific genres, and who therefore needs to believe your MSS is worth investing the time needed to read it in full. I’m pretty certain I’ve excited the necessary interest, but given Jane will hear the pitches of many more optimistic and talented writers after my morning session today, there are no guarantees. That initial interest might well wane as the day goes on if other writers have written stories that sound far more intriguing – and marketable. One can never forget that aspect of publishing these days: will the book sell. I believe my story will – certainly in Tasmania it definitely will – but a wider Australian readership? That’s an unknown even if my mentor is convinced of the story’s universal appeal.  I’d certainly like to think I’ve caught the zeitgeist wave given the current widespread community unrest over AI data centres, that’s already prompting similar serious opposition, and for many of the same reasons the Tamar Valley’s community opposed the pulp mill. Environmental degradation, threats to public health, water usage – and water shortages in an era of escalating climate extremes – and the constant, relentless noise factor that’s associated with data centres, and AI data centres in particular. I’m crossing my fingers that the second pitch session will be equally positive, and that I could strike it lucky with both publishers requesting to see the full MSS. But I won’t get ahead of myself. I’ll just be keeping all fingers and toes firmly crossed for the next seven days.
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By Anne Layton-Bennett June 14, 2026
It’s taken far too many months for this marvellous model to grace the dedicated desk space in my office. When Fiona comes to visit next she will be very surprised, and hopefully gratified, that her amazing creative talent is finally on display. We’ve known each other for a very long time, and during the insanely busy time when I was helping to run the flower farm, working part-time in a school library, doing a spot of journalism on the side, and fighting the proposed pulp mill that is the subject of the manuscript I’m hoping to get published, Fiona cleaned my house each week. There’s only so much a person can do after all, and it has to be said cleaning our house during those manic years was fairly low down on the list of my priorities. But Fiona is a woman of many talents and she certainly possesses one that I so don’t have: sewing and dressmaking. So over the years she’s also made a few garments based on the pattern of a favourite garment that I was particularly fond of, and she’s also done some clothing alterations for both of us. My skills with needles and thread are limited to sewing on buttons, and taking up hems on John’s too-long pairs of jeans. Anything else is beyond me. But this fabulous model is the pièce de résistance – along with the beautiful crocheted knee warmer she gave me last year. This was when winter was approaching and so determined was I to finish writing the book, I decided to get out of bed at the insane hour of 5am and get in a solid hour’s writing in before dog walking and the demands of the day took over. Fiona was also one of many Tasmanians who needed to be circumspect about her opinion of the pulp mill. It was a project that polarised people, including families and friendships. She was one of several who passed on snippets of useful information, but on the basis of anonymity so it couldn’t be sheeted home to her.  Needless to say Fiona will be one of those whose contribution will be acknowledged – when this book is finally accepted by a publisher.
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