Some, on their knees beside the planted beds,
are absorbed by what they are tending.
When no one can see, there is a secret little gesture they make.
To touch the tender early grass, shyly to caress it.
The green is friendly and needs protection from the rose
whose red can be too fierce
and can overpower once again what they know in their hearts to be true.
Still the inner knowledge is always there:
how good the grass is and how soft.
Rainer Maria Rilke

Steepest road in the world; Baldwin Street in Dunedin, NZ-I climbed it π
Now this; Baldwin Park in Bundaberg, Qld π
in love.
trish











