The last day of summer here and the throaty song of a magpie rips through the silence heralding a cool early morning which indicates that all is well.
The radio tells a different story. Earthquake in Chile. Tsunami warnings across the Pacific.
The flowers of this year have struggled through the wet and most have given up the ghost. My circle of Canna Lilies stands proud. They are the height of a man and are topped with both brilliant and pale yellow, with crimson, reds and orange. Too big to be swayed by the rains. Just magnificent.
Still working on my first few lessons playing the blues scales as shown by Griff Hamlin. I’m remarkably slow but even so, my fingers are picking up the patterns and, more to the point, I enjoy it and just ‘apply yourself ’ is part of Griff’s message.
I’m going quiet for awhile. There’s nothing wrong but I have nothing left to say.
It’s probably time to get out the chess set and continue the correspondence game with my mate in Western Australia.
Regardless of feelings, life doesn’t miss a beat.