I'm doing day 16, not quite sure what happened to 11, 12, 13, 14 & 15....but this is where I'm picking up for now...
So...whisper, by it's very nature should be soft and dreamy, leaves rustling in the breeze, sparks flying from an open fire, a field mouse rustling through the wheat stubble..! So because it's autumn here in Australia I chose to use an autumn scene, the harvested wheat field full of golden stubble waiting for the whisper of cool nights and frosty mornings....
I love this verse by Rudyard Kipling, growing up in a seaside town in England I was schooled on English poets and writers, I was free to roam the countryside picking blackberries and elderflowers. In my very early teens I lived in a farmhouse that was built in the 1500's (spirits included if you were to believe my brothers) and life was good in that green and pleasant land. Years later a whisper in my head led me to a life here in Australia, no green summers here but hot and dry and the writing of Dorothea Mackellar, her legendary poem 'My Country' evokes a whisper of patriotism and tears every time I hear it...
" I love a sunburnt country,
a land of sweeping plains,
of ragged mountain ranges,
of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
her beauty and her terror -
the wide brown land for me!"
If you've an inkling to read the rest of this, click on the link above...and enjoy!