Welcome to the sometimes painful, often preposterous, essentially playful world of the woman who brought you 'The Grass Was Always Browner' -- a tell-all memoir of my Sydney-based childhood, originally titled 'Dancing with Dingoes'. There's some dancing in it.
Thursday, May 23, 2013
Did I capture the sun in the petals? Not on the petals, in the petals? The sun was in the petals today, right before sun-set, at my bedroom window. All self sown, or self re-born at least. The sun and the rain reproduce to make this! Bliss.