Winter mornings

As our long second term drew to a close, the mornings were dark and moonlit as I waved my darling off early each day, his cycle lights flashing and he rugged up against the cold.


Last week we began the mid-year holidays and the morning view from our cozy bed at the cottage was very different - but the countryside is obviously in winter dress with a watery sun struggling to shine through the scudding clouds.

We have just returned from visiting my Dad in Perth and winter there is very different to Melbourne. Blue skies and sunshine. We always comment that Perth must be such an attraction for the English who make new homes there - the stuff of dreams ... sunshine and coast all year round.


Other news ... little Rosy, our adopted newcomer, is off to visit the country vet's who cared for her after she was rescued from a dog attack. She has settled in very well - such an easy, affectionate creature. Even Jess, our 'senior' Jack Russell, has made friends with her and I often find them curled up together. Although she is a real mix, looking at her we now think she may have border terrier in her.


'The orchard' (our front yard) is having more trees planted. As I write my darling is putting in a Black Genoa fig and he has prepared a hole for another lemon. When we return from our time overseas we plan on fencing the area and getting some chooks ... I've missed them since we've lived in the city.