The water and floods have receded ...






and the earth about me seems clean and fresh...dags hang off the barbwired fence from the flooding...and the faeries...quietly crept back in amongst the trees .




Why would i think they would not...???

Some ordinary faeries

....

who just hang about the house..in between the branches, underneath the stones...wherever the water runs, wherever the birds sing this lot are thereabouts.

Australia cries...Black days ...too much horror.

A late summer's day faeries.

And late in the day after the heat had retreated...and the white bark of the gum trees had softened with the setting sun... they came again...as usual.The shadows laid blue upon the earth and the hot restless day settled to the coolness...what more could I want or need than to be here...