I am a fruit gatherer, a fruit farmer, and a fruit picker.
I live in the northern half of Sydney’s Gold Coast.
In the past 10 years, I have worked with some of the region’s best growers to save my garden and its bountiful fruit.
As I sit in my garden, a group of children play in the bushes, their faces hidden behind branches and pebbles.
It’s a family day out for the children and it’s a time to be merry.
This is the moment that I am so proud of.
But the children aren’t alone.
The parents and children, my husband and I, are surrounded by fruit trees, trees in their own right, in the gardens of their homes.
We know that a garden in my neighbourhood is not a fruit orchard, but the family that I work with each week will never know the fruit we have grown.
They will never be able to tell the children to grow their own fruit.
So when I see them play with the fruit in the bush, I know it is theirs.
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