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 ...
Within Palmetum Park, a pair of peaceful doves pecked at the ground near the bench on which I sat making notes. I had come seeking birds and butterflies, and the doves were most obliging. Eyeing me wa...
