Sunday, January 23, 2022

Poem: How the Garden Sings


Silver morning sky,
Soft rain, cool upon my face --
How the garden sings!


In South Australia, rain comes so seldom amid summer's ferocious heat, when it happens -- it's worth celebrating the event with a "bookmark in memory." This is our second consecutive La Nina summer, and while some parts of the country are ablaze, just for a short time ... the garden sang.

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