On a warm Summer morning I climbed The Hill.
After a couple of failed attempts to find a pathway, I followed two
ladies in their gym gear who looked like they knew where they were going.
As they powered off ahead of me, my mind took in the raw landscape, peppered with
olive trees and pines. The path was well-worn, red and crunchy underfoot.
Remember, I had been painting this hill for over 12 months and felt as though I
knew it well.
How little I did!
As the tree came into sight, I had a little bounce of elation.
Smaller than I thought. . . . .not quite on the ridge. . . . .a healthy Aussie gum tree
casting a purple shadow. . . . .and covered in the markings of others.