Every branch, every blade of grass, every petal on the few flowers blooming in the garden seemed bejewelled with water droplets this morning in the garden. Mist had curled itself around the village like a friendly cat and left reminders of itself everywhere in this green and grey world.
I had to content myself with stone birds as nowhere were the usual magpies, cockatoos or tiny wrens to be seen. Only in the distance could I hear the faint laughter of a kookaburra.
I had to content myself with stone birds as nowhere were the usual magpies, cockatoos or tiny wrens to be seen. Only in the distance could I hear the faint laughter of a kookaburra.
