I don’t employ a human gardener. Instead I leave the house paddock to be tended by the local wildlife. The pademelons and Bennett’s wallabies keep the grass short, and as I brushcut away the clumps of tough flaxes and reeds, the wallaby lawn is gradually spreading to replace them. I don’t water, I don’t mow and the lawn has prickles in it, but none of my visitors mind. Here is one of the locals who helps to turn over my soil on a regular basis: I’m sure it hasn’t been the sam