Late summer rains arrived… timely after a dry spell and we had temperatures nothing nearly as aggressive as the bush fires in the Grampians and other regions… it would seem that every year, just as it gets warm and dry, our hills drop in temperature and the autumn mists arrive, cooling the ground to create our green oasis and tiny birds… fairy wrens and honey eaters arrive to sip at water droplets and nectar alike.
Hawthorn berries are ripened early in the arctic cold snap and the produce coming in at the moment keeps me on my toes.
Where the rest of this article went, I really don’t know but stay tuned and the next post will follow through.
Walk softly… Be gentle… Awen /|\
Penny
Penny Reilly Artist Beyond the Gate 