Back from our travels in NT and it is always lovely to come home however wonderful the trip. The birds are back and wanting their little seeds and tit bits and Dougall is waiting patiently at his gate for more Discoveries. Last night on the deck a possum with a baby on its back.
The garden is parched dry. My outlook is a dry twig of a crepe myrtle and the thicker outlines of the frangipani. The jacaranda sheds its leaves like pitiful rain. The first flower fronds have appeared I fear far too early. A lovely purple. Talking of rainfall the clouds rolled over on the Tuesday and thunder and lightning followed. I cant tell you how happy I was to hear the sound of rain on our roof, albeit short-lived. So while we wait for nature to awake from its winter slumber, and while we wait for the rains to come, I am snatching pieces of colour from the inside out and outside in. Bookclub tonight and gals to the fore with everything under discussion over a glass or two.
The garden is parched dry. My outlook is a dry twig of a crepe myrtle and the thicker outlines of the frangipani. The jacaranda sheds its leaves like pitiful rain. The first flower fronds have appeared I fear far too early. A lovely purple. Talking of rainfall the clouds rolled over on the Tuesday and thunder and lightning followed. I cant tell you how happy I was to hear the sound of rain on our roof, albeit short-lived. So while we wait for nature to awake from its winter slumber, and while we wait for the rains to come, I am snatching pieces of colour from the inside out and outside in. Bookclub tonight and gals to the fore with everything under discussion over a glass or two.
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