Upon her arrival in Australia as an immigrant 60 years ago, my grandmother, along with other new migrants worked together to build a series of homes for their families. The beautiful, large home with elaborate features that was built for her was designed and constructed by a community of people helping one another begin a new life. The best part of her home was a backyard overflowing with fruit trees, vibrant flowers and exotic plants that sprawled across half an acre. I used to spend hours exploring and picking fruits and vegetables with my grandma, playing hide and seek and watching goldfish in the pond. There was also a sun room that overlooked the garden and I spent hours as a child and teenager reflecting, daydreaming and being inspired by God's creation. It was one of my favourite places in the world. It was a place I felt safe, valued and deeply loved. I never believed that this home, this garden, this important piece of my childhood and ...
Our unexpected but amazing journey home educating 4 kids in the city - Australia