The Rain, the Muse & the Start of Winter

I have been dreaming of compost. I'm not sure why. After the recent winds came the rain. Slowly. But it really hit this afternoon and then settled in. I heard the tank pump working this morning and I'm sure it would have pumped more water up to the header tanks by this afternoon. The neighbours … Continue reading The Rain, the Muse & the Start of Winter

The Garden & The Muse

It's 5 am and its dark. Really dark. Inside and out. Gran, with little regard for the silence that embalms the house (because she's losing her hearing), bursts from her bedroom door and wheels herself into the bathroom with an urgency we won't see for the rest of the day. The noise echoes through the … Continue reading The Garden & The Muse