Splashing in the gutter,
Making the grey reflection,
Just a small poem, small happenings, hope it brings a smile 😊
occurring or discovered by chance in a happy or beneficial way.“a serendipitous encounter”“their diligent efforts were coupled with the joys of serendipitous discovery”
Found half a shell yesterday on the ground, some little baby bird’s used-to-be home, broken out of, flown away from (probably not just yet), wings pointing to the heavens.
An egg is a miracle, fragile but strong enough to hold a life.
And this little scrap just happened to match my scarf in a somewhat serendipitous way.
It’s been a month! So hello!
Here in Australia it’s getting on towards summer again, my favourite season! And I found this little description I wrote a year or so ago and thought it fitting to share. 😊
ALSO for anyone who read my story of the spread of Paterson’s Curse in Australia you will be either annoyed or happy to know that there is even more of it this year! It may be a pest but paddocks full of purple flowers are still beautiful 😆
Summer creeps up slowly. First the winter days seem more mellow, the wind blows less harshly, the sun blesses the land more often.
Then warmth drifts in for a day or two here and there, the trees and plants eagerly bud and bloom, hasty to catch summer. But it’s much too soon for them, the cold and the warmth proceed to play a game of catch-me-if-you-can, here now, caught again, chased back, peeking round that tree.
You can almost hear summer laughing as the merry pair run and chase each other. The paddocks start to turn bright yellow and deep green, rain falls overnight, flowers float out of the air, coming to rest in the welcoming soil, birds build nests, start families and carol unceasingly.
Then one day you turn around and the yellow paddocks have faded, the chase stops and warmth is the new crowned king. He has conquered the cold and now settles in for a long and peaceful summer.
The trees settle their roots in the warming soil, their happy leaves sheltering noisy cicadas and birds flying to and fro, busy feeding their babies. The air is rich in tiny insects. The warmth reaches clear to the bone. Every house has a sprinkler for the kids to play in.
This happy state continues until winter’s cold grows strong in its long exile and comes again to contest summer’s king.
But that, is another story.
In other news I’m currently reading Go Set a Watchman, the sort of sequel of To Kill a Mocking Bird that has sparked outrage in some parties and mixed feelings in others. Have you read it? What are your opinions of it?
I’ve got rag rugs on the wooden floors,
Curtains hanging in all my doors,
I’ve got sunflowers falling from the sky,
I’ve got wings, I’ve learnt to fly.