Rain poured, fell steadily, or drizzled from brooding cloud onto Townsville today, necessitating the use of my umbrella while I walked the Ross River Parkway this morning and late afternoon. Water lay...
Wind whipped through the parkway as I cycled this morning. It rustled tree leaves, carried wet smells from the river, muted the chorus of avian voices that trilled, sputtered, and squawked. Australian...
This morning I awoke with my head filled with images of my Nova Scotia flower beds, and of homegrown, organic fruits and vegetables harvested fresh from my gardens. Perhaps subconsciously inspired by ...
This morning, I ran in the dimness before good light, the pavement damp from rain, the air thick with humidity, the Australian dawn chorus strong with voices of figbirds, oriole, magpies, and lorikeet...