06/09/2021
Spring has sprung. I have been quiet on here but loud in life.
Everything is happening and nothing is happening.
Lockdown life.
A chance to slow down and watch, taking note of everything bursting into the new season.
The daily waking of the house before the sun.
The birds sneaking our morning tea crumbs. The water, making its way across every inch of this once burnt land.
The footprints in the sand and animal tracks through the bush.
The flowers creeping over rocks and up trees.