I love to listen to the rain falling. The stars are hiding behind the clouds and the frogs in the gully are loudly happy. They chirp and pobblebonk while I listen to the rain caressing the earth, cleaning the leaves. I can hear the bush drinking.
In the morning the birds whistle and sing in the sparkling trees. The freshness of the world stuns me. With reluctance I prepare to leave my home - go out into the world to earn a living. I am sustained by the knowledge of the beauty that awaits me when I return home.
But the seasons are wrong. This oasis of rain follows summer weather when it should have been winter. The weather records continue - hottest month, hottest year. Am I the only one who sees the patterns and believes the scientists when they call for urgent action?
Portrait by student
About Me
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- Describe myself? How about aging greenie who enjoys bushwalking and beading when she has time out from the correction and doing things with, or for, her family? During many years of teaching I have repeatedly found students wanting to call me "hippy". I'm not sure why. I'm too young - I was only eleven in 1969. And I work too hard to fit the stereotype I'm familiar with, of the lazy hippy. I think a defining moment for me was when, concerned about the conservative nature of the day's business, I asked my eighteen year-old daughter if I looked okay, not too hippyish. She said I looked fine, then went all thoughtful and said, "But Mum . . . you are a hippy." Perhaps it's my attitude to life. But all those years of varying levels of involvement with left-wing politics aren't going to change now. I can't stop believing in peace on Earth and goodwill to all mankind, even if I do phrase it "Make Love, not War!"
Donkey Orchid
Flowering sundew
Sun Orchid
