Rants on writing, motherhood, childhood, various obsessions, neurodiversity, and ungraciously living in exile in The Hot Place. (Otherwise known as Queensland.) With photos.
This Rose is called 'A Father's Gift' - above it is caught in early morning dew. Below, it is hung with rain drops. We missed the deluge those further south received - our dams are still empty, but we rejoiced in the rain we did get.
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