Aussie Butterflies and a ‘Good Wet’
In morning sun, butterflies flitted beyond my writing window, among palm fronds and the tangled vines creeping through and over a fence separating our yard from the neighbour’s. A female Cairns ...
Tackling Mount Stuart
This morning, I took on the role of cyclist support, agreeing to drive up Mount Stuart a half hour after Vilis began his cycling ascent, in order to retrieve him at the top, bottom, or at whatever poi...