Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Not Le Ripe!
This is not Le Ripe, not Tuscany nor even any other part of Italy.
Here it is spring,
there are swallows, wrens, honeyeaters, lorikeets, magpies, cockatoos, willy
wagtails and sacred ibis
I write from Australia, from another landscape and another season.
nesting, feeding, soaring, singing, darting and hopping everywhere.
Butterflies on the native shrubs, bees on the lavender, blossom on the trees.
How lucky to enjoy a breath of spring before winter arrives in the north...