Binna Burra in the springtime

Binna Burra in the springtime

The forest is full of birdsong and insects are buzzing on high. The trees are flushing new growth: so much bright, young, green. It lights up the darkness of the rainforest. A white-browed scrubwren hops along the forest floor from twig to fallen twig. Close to me,...
She didn’t need much.

She didn’t need much.

She didn’t need much. While I was busy with my own small worries, my own daily life, this last two years, she was just quietly getting on with her own. I didn’t know it, but she was less than a kilometre from where I live, maybe a lot closer than that. For there are...