as the days lengthen we find ourselves outdoors later into the evening, enjoying the extra time in the garden, eating dinner on the grass, and heading into the bush. it's become an after dinner thing, finding it's way into our evening rhythm as we wind down at the end of these days that are so full of busyness as we head toward solstice. our little patch of bush is bursting with so much life and colour at this time of year. grasses flowering, daisies and bluebells dotting the hillside, plantain fairy skirts and cobwebs glittering in the evening sunshine. even the weeds look lovely, the wild oats tall and lush with their empty husks filtering the sunset. we climb the hill to the watertank, leaving the day behind. we watch the town below, take a deep breath, connect with each other after a day apart, listen to the birds, hear the sun dip below the western hills then head homeward. it's my favourite part of the day, being together in that transition time before sleep, before another day begins.
