Although it’s winter, when sleet or snow would have been more normal, we’ve had a surprising number of summery-type storms, where small hail falls. Not for long, but often.
The horses don’t like it, but it doesn’t do any actual damage, so I just enjoy the visual effect while it lasts.
My naturalised snowflake bulbs – which I called ‘snowdrops’ as a child – seem to be made for such a white dotted setting.
They don’t often get the chance for a real snow backdrop.
Mist rises from the mountains opposite as morning light grows stronger. It reveals light snow has fallen overnight up there at 5000 feet.
That’s in the wilderness area, so only the wallabies will be marking the snowfall with their prints.
But the sun is rising too, and the mist begins to glow, tinged with rose as the long low rays penetrate it.
The snow will melt during the day; the brief glimpses I get are rewards for the cold morning, and a reminder that I’m not in Sydney!