December 2019
A Red Christmas The sky is grey, the sun is red, the paddocks and animals a uniform dusty tan. Our house is perched between two vast bushfires, too large to control, yet the firies and whole community are quietly battling on. For now, the easterly wind will keep us all safe for — at least for another three days. Meanwhile we give the wombats, wallabies, birds et al. lucerne crunchies, bird seed and other foodstuffs, and make sure there is the garden rock pool stays full of
