In an earlier post I mentioned that living in the dry tropics means there are really only two seasons of the year The green season and the brown season when the rains cease and what we know of autumn and winter arrive.
Change, however slight, is now with us and there is an air of expectation of better weather around. The humidity has dropped considerably and morning temperatures have reached a low (for us) 17 degrees C
We walked the foreshore this morning and from the sheer beauty of the clear sky and calm blue sea one would think all was well in the world
On returning home a quiet cup of tea on the porch allowed time for a close look at the hill tops where the grasses are beginning their transition to brown and the soil beginning to harden without the falling rain
The words of John Clare in his poem Autumn came to mind
Hill tops like iron glitter bright in the sun
And the rivers we’re eyeing burn to gold as they run
Burning hot is the ground liquid gold is the sky
Whoever looks round sees eternity there
The gullies on the hill sides still hold moisture and that keeps the native trees that line them green causing them to stand out like veins on a large leaf .
The Wood swallows have arrived and have begun their dry weather clumping and the first leaf on our only exotic tree has begun to turn yellow
Yes all is well in the world again as nature takes her course
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