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Paperbark Hill Chapter Sampler
Paperbark Hill Chapter Sampler
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To Harley, Tom and Zoe,
three of my very favourite Linnells
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Despite the early hour, Darwin’s oppressive heat had sweat trick-
ling down Ned Gardiner’s back as he squeezed the final boxes
into the moving van. He took a quick look over his shoulder
to see his ten-year-old daughter Willow striding towards him.
‘Morning sleepyhead,’ said Ned. ‘Ready for adventure?’
Willow pushed her glasses back up her nose and lifted an
eyebrow. ‘Are you sure Stan’s going to make it through the
red centre?’
Ned turned and met Willow’s doubtful stare. He crouched
down, smoothed her jet-black hair behind her ears and unfolded
her scrawny arms.
‘Sure as eggs,’ he said. ‘Has Stan the Van failed us yet?’
‘I’ll miss the fresh mangoes,’ Willow said, nestling into his
embrace.
‘Me too. But maybe not the neighbours,’ he stage whispered.
A giggle escaped and, just as he’d hoped, Willow’s face
brightened.
‘Mrs Neilson was a little bit mean, wasn’t she?’
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Diana rebraided her strawberry-blonde hair as hoots and
hollers floated down the driveway.
By the time she’d reached the window, the twins were
halfway down the gravel track. Harry was in front this time,
his curls whipping back from his face and lanky legs pumping
madly as he raced his bicycle past the hay shed.
His twin, Elliot, wasn’t far behind, leaning forward like a
Melbourne Cup contender hoping to win by a nose. Competing
for sheep stations again.
Diana’s eldest, Cameron, rode at the back with little Leo,
still her baby at eight years of age. Despite the large age-gap, or
maybe because of it, they chatted away, leisurely cycling home.
She headed outside with a container of lamingtons, warding
off the inevitable ‘I’m starving’ and ‘coconut on the floor’
dilemma in one swift move. Bickering over who was today’s
driveway derby winner, they skidded to a halt at the dog
kennels.
Diana’s heart felt full as they unclipped the sheepdogs and
made a fuss over their canine friends. Cam and Leo joined
the fray, covering the final stretch of the driveway as a team.
My beautiful boys.
‘Hi Muu-uum.’
‘Lamingtons!’
‘You should hear what Harry did at school today.’
They shoved their bikes haphazardly against the garage,
gave her a quick hug and launched themselves at the food.
‘Good day, Mum?’
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The road sign lit up under the glare of the van’s headlights,
telling them it was another 150 kilometres until the next
town. Ned glanced across at his little passengers beside him
on the bench seat. Doug had fallen asleep two hours ago,
full of roadhouse burgers and ice cream, while Willow had
fought to keep her eyes open, only dropping off half an hour
ago. Her hands were still curled around the paperback she’d
been reading for most of the day, and her glasses had almost
slipped off the end of her nose.
Ned reached across and gently removed the tortoiseshell
frames that were a smaller version of his own. She stirred,
murmured, and settled back to sleep. His kids had always
been good travellers.
The phone danced on the dashboard and a photo of Ned’s
little brother appeared on the screen.
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Saturday dawned as a replica of the day before, tempting
Diana outside with her morning coffee. Even though it was
a whisker off 7 a.m., the garden was full of life. Bees zipped
between the roses, grass parrots fossicked for seeds and the
pair of wallabies that lived in the back paddock stopped for
a drink at the water trough.
‘As long as you keep your big clod hoppers off my dahlia
patch, we’ll get along just fine,’ she said, raising her mug in
their direction.
Diana loved it when the backyard was chock-a-block with
the boys, the trampoline heaving with their bodies and the
animated soundtrack to their fun, but there was something
special about the dewy mornings before everyone else was up.
She’d tried journalling and meditation after Pete’s death, but
the mindfulness tasks had felt like a chore after the months
passed and the sharpest grief receded. Early-morning starts, on
the other hand, had been a constant for her two years of solo
parenting. The sunrises grounded her—they were a reminder
that each day was a fresh start.
Diana looked across to the new dahlia paddock. The flower
farm was another fresh start in the making, a chance to turn
a long-held passion into an income.
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Sitting her mug on the fence post, she fished her phone from
her dressing gown pocket and snapped a picture of her prog-
ress. She opened Facebook, uploaded the image to the Micro
Flower Farms Facebook page, and watched as a handful of
comments popped up. She sipped her coffee, smiling as she
scrolled through the messages.
Denise from Wagga Wagga said it all: ‘Look at those
mountains. Heaven on Earth.’
‘Smashing view, Diana! I’d spend all day in the garden too
with that backdrop,’ commented Michelle from The Gap.
Diana laughed at the next comment from Phil in Linton.
‘Reckon the dahlias will be brave enough to try to compete
with that vista? LOL.’
By the time she’d finished her coffee, Diana had browsed a
dozen different posts within the group, liking them and also
dropping comments of encouragement to her fellow farmers,
just like they’d done for her. They’d been united by a common
interest, shared goals and a determination to turn a patch of
dirt into something special.
She scrolled a little more, landing on Sadie Woodford’s
gorgeous page. Inspiration struck as she scrolled through
photos from the flower guru’s in-person workshops and teaser
posts about her forthcoming book, which was already slated
to be a bestseller.
I need something big to get Darling Dahlias off to a flying
start, and what better person to ask than the biggest name in
the Aussie flower industry?
Diana typed a quick text to her friend Bron, who lived in
Melbourne and worked at the agency that handled Sadie’s PR.