I've been down in the bush for a few days now and there's been lovely steady rain and some big downpours. Everything is soaked through. Everything is happy.
As usual the ants were ready.
With humidity high, there's a light mist lingering day and night. A scrim.
The dog pulled a fat leach off her foot as she preened and dried herself on the doona, leaving a trail of blood, and washing. I got the bugger outside still sucking itself tight onto a bit of paper.
Weird fungi have emerged from the surface litter.
Large swathes of bark are flailed about like seaweed.
And last night there was a frog on a window like an embryo desperate to be somewhere else. It was all but transparent. Not yet alive almost and so vulnerable and fragile.
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