Heat is cloying during the day, and then a sudden downpour, and the evening light is magical. Our thirsty plants transform into something fantastical. Raindrops cling to leaves and flowers and one can almost sense the greenery rejoice.
Rants on writing, motherhood, childhood, various obsessions, neurodiversity, and ungraciously living in exile in The Hot Place. (Otherwise known as Queensland.) With photos.
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