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-- 14 December, 2004 --

I met this morning ...


It rained yesterday -

one of those Sydney summer afternoon storms where the dark grey clouds come roiling in from the south, sending motorists scurrying to get their cars under shelter in case it might hail. The wind rushes in, tossing the trees about before enormous rain drops come dashing down, stripping away the leaves. Half an hour of fury then nothing left but puddles.

This morning the grass on the playing fields shines with a diamond lustre and the birds are out in their dozens - galahs, kookaburras, minas and magpies - all scavenging for the treasures that the storm flung out from hiding places.

You still have to get up early to find the piskey under the toadstool.

Posted by robynls at December 14, 2004 8:07 AM


I like the toadstool. The non-permanent ink adds nice shading. It may not be what you intended but it looks good.

Posted by: Karen Winters at December 14, 2004 9:14 AM

so whimsical. love it.

Posted by: Lia Montalvan at December 15, 2004 10:29 PM

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