Spring is here, with welcome rain freshening the creek, which had slowed and dropped alarmingly.
Having only one tank here, when I used to have four, is nerve-wracking.
Nights are still cool enough for a fire, and mornings are bright and crisp.
Not so crisp as to make me want to stay in bed, however. I am happy that the light is waking me up earlier, so sunrises are back on my radar.
Dews are heavy of a morning, bringing endless varieties of bejewelled webbing designs.
The grand she-oaks are especially favoured, with one branch bearing an unusual flag-shaped web.
The small Acacia Baileyana wattle that I planted only months ago had not been forgotten.
It hasn’t flowered yet, but who needs flowers when you have strings of pearls?