Hauntingly, reflective of our days however, as with each step, we feel the cracks widen.
Each morning I walk through the paddocks and watch the ants scurry about their day often rushing into the cracks, or around the cracks -
The cracks have become so large, some of the established trees are starting to wilt, some have curled up their leaves and given up. The dry is too much. We should have noticed earlier. The signs were silent. Like D they couldn’t speak. The mobile water tank has been filled again and we try to help with additional waterings, too little too late? Probably. Effort required to fix broken is more than what's in the tank.
Maybe we need a new tank.
The paddocks have been stripped bare. They lay exposed with no protection from the assault of the sun. The caretakers abandoned them, without reason, without warning. In his pre-autumn phase they crave conditioning, sustenance, an abundance of care. They too need to store goodness for the winter bare and future spring growth. Today, we relate to the paddocks.