Thread by @clairegcoleman

Jamon Serrano, locally made cumin gouda, mortadella,...

Shiraz,

Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

Writing a commissioned short story

Staring out the window at the bowerbirds...

Watching a Butcher Bird 3 meters away eating a grasshopper on a garden arch.

Rosellas squabble in mid air, passing

I did not know today was going to be so sunny

The skeletal trees stretch to the blueness; catching the clouds

As the light fades the yellow of the lemons hanging on the tree is the last colour to depart

Until, there is nothing outside the window but the reflection of my desk lamp.

I should put down my wine, kill the music and step away from my desk

But I have forgotten how

And now, the wind is louder than the music and I wonder

What the wind is bringing