the air smells of honey

It’s Sunday, and Spring, and a breeze is blowing, but not much. It is warm enough to sit outside, thinking about food and what might be

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chu-i

After Chu…

Garden

On a day where the only noises are the birds and the sounds of the plants growing, the local magpies band together like a neighbourhood vigilante group to eject the noisy miners that have

Autumn

And chillies hang like earrings from the chilli bushes. Amaranth leaves turn red and spectacular and my plans for removing them are delayed. Magpies are not fussy, sipping and bathing in the tray of water

cooling rhythms

Summer comes after a painfully long time, as though this year Summer needed to gather the energy to rain down the heat that is an Adelaide Summer.

galahs

The galahs come, a flock of millions flying north to south, from one field to another. Not quiet these birds, loudly singing their song of flight. We hear their song

secret garden

a gingery chai is made and choose to sit in the wintery sunshine outside amongst the lavender, bouganvillia, violas and cyclamens. Some incense is burning to still our minds and remind us of the oneness of even this