Welcome Rain!

Happy, happy! After some serious heat for several days, it's cool and damp this morning. A slow wind out of the west is bringing some welcome rain that'll put out the fire that's been blazing though a blue gum forest (okay, it's a plantation, but it is a forest) at Luicindale, in the southeast, between Naracoorte and Mount Gambier. Haven't been there in years, but we went there two or three times, on our way to and fro on the Limestone Coast. The thought of a major bushfire is always disspiriting, and every season brings another.

I couldn't resist taking the "flat camera" into the garden this morning, between showers, and a haiku came to mind, which says it all:

Silver morning sky,

Soft rain, cool upon my face ―

How the garden sings!

I'm very impressed with the "flat camera," which is obviously a phablet, not a camera, and certainly not a phone. Am just starting to get the hang of it, and for wide shots, macro and bokeh, it's exactly what I need. Good choice of birthday present, that one.

Nothing much is happening here, though I've recently started to write again. My muse is talking to me at last -- at least insistently enough that I've completed two short stories and am working on the end of a third, much longer "short."

Dave is working in full PPE, and I don't know how he does it. He's holding everything together, and the lure of a new bike brightens his world. It's on order; not sure when it'll arrive. For myself, "holding it together" has a lot to do with art. We still need to get this computer back to the workshop to have an HDMI socket replaced, so that I can get my graphics tablet, which was my Christmas pressie, installed! There's no hurry. Dave has the month of March off, free and clear, and it'll be a simple matter to get the work done then.