Every year I watch the sun rise later and later, gradually creeping north along the mountain ridge line to the north of my small holding, until it reaches its final destination on the north-west slope of Mt Cass. Tomorrow, it will begin making its dependable journey south again.
In the Garden
A light northwesterly brought an unseasonably warm day. Perfect for taking stock of what’s still in flower in the middle of winter. Not much, but still enough to delight.