1. At the first stroke, the sharp new point on my pencil pops and crumbles into a tiny constellation, black on white.
2. Dry morning. No-one in sight. Dew wet footprints on the path get fainter step by step.
3. One last push late at night to finish my day's proofreading.
Goldfinches, meeting and mackerel.
1. Goldfinches, painted like they're going to war, crowd the bird feeders. 2. We meet my cousin's partner for the first time, and it...
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1. An enormous fat bumble bee at work. She is so bulky that she can knock dead blossoms out of the way as she gets right in to the new jasmi...
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1. The shortest night and the longest day. I was up at Wellington Rocks with Anna, Paul and Jason. We couldn't see the sun through the m...
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1. I promised myself I wouldn't moan and grumble about it -- but I do. And as if by magic, a very kind friend produces the required blaz...