trees

 it's cosy here, feels a bit like home. I can lie in bed, watching the tops of tall gum trees moving. big ships in the sky.  blue sea-sky beyond. a kookaburra calls. the grass waves with sun in it's hair. shimmies across the slopes, golden.  It's time to cut it, and we've bounced along on the mower a lot lately.

strimming and mowing are so satisfying. we mowed around the cabin, and put up a mini-tipi, poles that we found collapsed in the trees. the poles make a star at the top.