Dear Ciara

Dear Ciara, It seems I have worked my magic too well.

Dear Ciara, I am allergic to the cold.

Dear Ciara, The garden beds are built, the seedlings are growing, but they’re still not large enough to be transplanted.

Dear Ciara, It has been some time since I’ve written.

Dear Ciara, The rains have finally begun to reduce in frequency now that Cyclone Narelle has passed by.

Dear Ciara, There is a single name on everyone’s lips this morning: Narelle.

Dear Ciara, The first few weeks in the new house are over.

Dear Ciara, It’s fitting that our time at the Cutler house began with rain—heavy, pelting rain—and now ends with it.

Dear Ciara, There is a sun shower.

Dear Ciara, We bought a house!