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The wind is relentless.
Leaves are falling from the "garden trees" - imports from Europe - the native Eucalyptus and Gum trees don't turn color.
Jo has begun weaving bullrushes and other found objects. Two pieces completed.
I have become a bit obsessive about collecting sound files for a soundscape. I have yet to catch the cacophony of flocks of cockatoos as they all quiet down before I start the recorder.
CAS has provided us with bikes which is wonderful as there is a Rails to Trails path right behind our cottage. My bike is a little small but, with the seat at the highest possible place, it will do just fine.