Fools rush in
Move him into the sun — Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of fields unsown… I sat in the sun to drink my tea this morning, listening … Continue reading
Picture of Happiness
It rained in Broken Hill yesterday, an English rain of low cloud, persistent drizzle and occasional heavy downpours. Wet leaves floated past, collecting in soggy piles and clogging the drains. … Continue reading
Shoelaces and supermarkets
There was a piece on the 7.30 report last night about a ‘perfect storm’ facing beef producers in Roma. Until yesterday I didn’t know where Roma was, now I’m looking … Continue reading
Transplanting trees
I moved two fruit trees last year. An old shack on the corner of Zebina and Wyman was being knocked down to make way for three new houses and the … Continue reading
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