I had a friend in Broome and would visit there regularly. He introduced me to red wine. He loved good red wine. And, good food, too. Actually, he loved the good life. I soon discovered this drop is all I loved and enjoy it on special occasions.
My roses love a good drop too. It has been raining for the last two days. Unfortunately, my elderly gardener sent me a text when I was away asking me should he clear up the garden. I said yes and did not qualify this. With less than three weeks to the wedding, he has trimmed all the roses. There’s not a flower in sight! It made my heart drop into my stomach. How’s that for a visceral response!
During solitary bush walks, you may not hear a pin drop but you will a gumnut. A sure sign one is not alone.
I love my garden when it is untidy with leaves that drop from the mulberry tree. There’s something endearing about it, like a child with tousled hair. You just want to run your fingers through it.
To have the full moon as back drop is a love story in itself. I love the way it rises silently and takes one by surprise, and much like a first kiss, leaves one glowing.
I thoroughly enjoyed a rodeo up in Derby last year. This is my favourite picture from the hundreds I took. The young bull bucked, there was a moment of oneness between rider and animal, before the drop. I had the best time that afternoon.
Until next time
a dawn bird
In response to RDP: Tuesday – Drop