“This is a bushland jumper, Mitti. Yellow for wattle blossom, green for gum leaves, pink for boronia flowers and blue for summer skies.” Mitti stared at the striped sleeve. It was horrible! But she couldn’t tell her mum that, not when she had knitted and knitted all day long. “Thank you, Mum,” Mitti said. Mitti’sContinue reading “The Bush Jumper 1998”