Friday, October 1, 2010


The rain falls in silver pencils -straight down - with a quiet shush. My garden bows it's head and drinks greedily.

School holidays

The kids next door are on the trampoline again, sitting cross-legged, singing and shouting in turns.  It's raining.  School holidays.  In my kitchen I can hear bursts of childhood, brother and sister shoutouts and laughing.  They haven't noticed they are wet.