Karen Eastland

Soft swirls of afternoon greys dance across fine lines of evening clouds, full and white, as they carry their bounty across the blue-sky tint, dressing in red shade. Pink and Greys frolic in the green leaves of trees hiding brown possums awakening from their days. Corella’s, black and yellow, fill the sky seeking nourishment as …

It’s raining today. Don’t ask me why, I just want it to continue. I live in Tasmania on two-hundred-acres of virgin bush. The wildlife frolic freely here, no hunters allowed, and even the vermin can make you smile, but the rain, the rain never came when the tanks were empty. It never came when the …