It’s poured and poured over the last two days in Melbourne, but today it was just a drizzle when I woke up in the half-light, so I scrambled into my sweats, sneakers and coat and headed out. There was nobody around as I walked down my street. The occasional car chugged past with foggy windows and wipers swinging, but there were no other walkers. It was early.
I love the golden wattle at this time of year and I especially love the way you describe their 'tiny golden pompoms'. Thank you Pip, I always look forward to reading your writing.
“The pond surface shifts gently like someone quietly arranging themselves under a blanket.” Every time you write I sigh contently in awe. These walks are delightful to be a part of. Thank you. 💜
I love the golden wattle at this time of year and I especially love the way you describe their 'tiny golden pompoms'. Thank you Pip, I always look forward to reading your writing.
The first cup of tea is the best. And frogs :-)
“The pond surface shifts gently like someone quietly arranging themselves under a blanket.” Every time you write I sigh contently in awe. These walks are delightful to be a part of. Thank you. 💜
Felt like I was on the walk with ..another page turner...🤓
Pip you write so beautifully, it's a joy to read.
Cheers Kate