Little writings

I came across some of my writings in a book whilst tidying up a very neglected corner. Little snippets of various holiday spots. I start a book then move onto another with another title etc. I wish I could stop that and just fill one book with bits of everything. These are some of the snippets.

From a visit to Kakadu National Park, Australia which covers nearly 20,000 square kilometres of exceptional natural beauty and unique biodiversity, Kakadu is one of very few places World Heritage listed for both its cultural and its natural values.

I remember the bird hide on the wet lands, the  silence, the privilege. Our excited whispers of discovery , the emotion.

The tall shade the small knock down winds they say. Flood waters recede. Waterlillies – Gendie said it was ice dotted with snowflakes. Wetlands in the dry

Water lies silent, still – waiting for the first drops. Water, seeping, weeping, creeping in the silence of the gorge. Plants clinging – Spinifex.

Birds nesting – resting. Sandstone cliffs – tall – silent – keeping secrets – layers of age. Silence can only hear secrets. Roots seeking moisture – toes dug in. Stretching palms. Reflections dance in the wave of motion from out boat in the Gorge. I can’t imagine the knock down winds. Can’t imagine the floods. All I can see is the beauty of silence, peace, stillness. Trees with comfy wet feet, arteries breathing within their trunk.

Adelaine, South Australia – ‘Tjirbruki Gateway’ Wetlands – A morning walk.

Mallard babies learning in the morning sun – Mum has a limp.

Sounds of rushing water of its rocky bed.

Parrot, red/orange, head of blue, side of wing orange – a grey back…Good morning!

Swallows playing with their reflections as they dart low over the still water…Good Morning!

Morning dew on giant nasturtium leaves by the creek bed…Good Morning!

Ducks, late risers – sun laughing at their sleepy heads still tucked under warm feathers. I whisper…Good Morning.

Crested pigeons – bobbing along…Good Morning

White cockatoo at home in an ancient gum. He pokes his head out…Good Morning.

Mallard skips across the water in fright – fly quickly mallard. To the skip marks he leaves behind…Good Morning

Mudlark fossicks in the fresh spring green…Good Morning.

Parrot of green, blue, orange and red calls out greetings – or – warnings…Good Morning.

Good Morning to you all and thank you for a magic morning walk.

 

Quebec -Canada

I like sitting on the wide windowsill looking at the scenery below. Tin spires of the church glisten in the morning sun along with the house roofs of ancient green, cobalt blue, fire engine red and buttercup yellow. Way down below in the street a horse bobs by carrying his early morning sight see-rs, his hooves step silent from my windowsill. Everyone has flowers in their gardens, in window boxes, and hanging baskets – all dancing with colours, glowing in the sunshine of summer

BostonUSA

My favourite walk in Boston is in the Public Garden, the nations oldest botanical garden with the swan boats.

Swans, squirrels, weeping beech, elms, sparrows, pigeons, ducks, sculptures, flowers…peace, tranquility and pure loveliness.

Portland – Maine

Ambled and roamed along cobblestone streets, hills, tiny tiny shops in sunshine, blue sky, gulls calling and soaring. An old boat filled with flowers. I love the sound of the gulls and the shady, shady trees of Portland. Thank you Portland Maine.

Yukon-Northwest Canada

Your scenery astounds, Mother nature abounds. She waves her beauty far and wide. Your colours and shapes dazzle my eyes. Your swift running streams will stay forever in my dreams.

Point of pine, lace of aspen, so apart in shape, so together in beauty.

 

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