The lawn is still wet with dew - my youngest daughters run ahead, laughing, then stop to see why I'm not following. I've sunk to my knees in the wet grass to study how the spiders webs catch the water droplets.
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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