May has arrived. I watch the trees light up in their flaming pre-sleep cacophony. Our May pole, in the southern hemisphere, is the downward spiral of unbridled leaves sifting to the wind-skittered piles below. The children do not hold ribbons, but duck and fling, fingers stretched to the sweet blue sky, or scuff noisily through ankle deep history. In Australia, it is really only the higher-altitude areas (like Canberra) where this fabulous transition is an observable break between hot and cold – a delicious period of perfect sunny days and cold, snuggly nights.
I sit now on the deck with the dog asleep on my foot. We have had our walk and he is content with the warm drift of sun across our right shoulders. I stare at his muddied paws (envying their unclutched repose) and at the way his ears rest against his cheeks and shade his eyes. I have been thinking a lot about friendship after reading Jewish Young Professional’s recent post and I value this little white dog for the uncomplicated love he demands and returns. His gentle weight on my foot is a very pleasing pressure – a sweet reminder of his trust and loyalty.
The cockatoos are sharing some raucous message – it is hard to differentiate between horror and excitement in their noisy communications. Watching their yellow crests sling forward like the reversed falls of feathered dominoes, does nothing to clarify although it invariably makes me smile. Wattle birds occupy the cockatoos’ silences – chuckle and chatter, honk and chirrup. And beneath that, the incessant humming of the bees – busy in the hedge of rosemary.
Autumn dresses our world in fabulous garb bribing us into future nakedness
Linked to The Changing Seasons hosted by Su Leslie (with her site Zimmerbitch)