Desert walk

Wow, I love this time of year.  The weather is perfect, the trees are blossoming the birds are singing and I am walking more.  Today walking home at lunch time, I was in awe of the colours around me, the quietness of the town either at work, asleep waiting for night shift or resting before the onslaught of kids as they come home from school.  I could hear the breeze, the birds and my foot steps.  I felt the warmth of the sun and the warmth of the breeze.  The sky a clear deep blue, the ground a mix of bark mulch and roasted orange sand and between them, the amazing array of greens from the dark bottle green of the Mulga, the silver-grey green of some gums and salt bush and the lime and vibrant green leaves of other native shrubs and trees.  The trunks and branches in varying shades of silver, burnt umber and pink-browns and textures that are just as varied.  They are flowering and vibrant reds and yellows leap from their branches.  The birds play in the warm air currents, lifting and falling, black dots in the sky.

I love the dead trees with their silver to black twisted branches that contrast with the clear blue sky perfectly. 

I can not wait to go camping and be surrounded completely by our wonderful native bush land, but today I am happy to walk and breath in my warm desert air.