There’s nothing you can say about rainbows that isn’t a cliché, is there?
I’m saying nothing …
Tea makes me feel reflective.
(Okay, I enjoy a bad pun once in a while …)
Can you see the line between the sky and the sea?
Winters in South Australia are wet and rainy.
Did I say rainy?
I think they’re kind of beautiful, too.
— A note to my readers —
I’m taking a couple of weeks off.
I’ll be back soon!
like my avian companions —
I’ll be holidaying in style …
Our dog won’t walk across this driveway:
He cowers and cries.
(We walk around it instead.)
Fear — always, somehow, inexplicable.
Winter is …
… wetness, sparkling:
… water sliding off leaves:
… raindrops hanging from flowers:
Long, blanketed nights:
A time I’ve learned to love.
I’ve said it before:
footpaths don’t grow or breathe or blossom.
Maybe I was wrong …
Footpaths don’t grow or breathe or blossom.
They don’t usually inspire me.
And yet …
Maybe I should look more closely.