It’s a blue-sky morning and, at this hour, the shadows are long and still a bit damp with dew. In these southern areas it’s going to reach a lovely twenty-two degrees—beautiful ‘living weather’. The north of the state will hit forty. I’m glad I am here.
There’s a long list of jobs for today. How I will organise them around a potentially ripper of a day of Test cricket is yet to be seen. Thank heavens for breaks in play for lunch (lawn mowing) and tea (weed spraying).
In this aptly named ‘lost week’ between Christmas and New Year, it’s easy to lose track of days and dates. The town is bursting with holiday-makers, only just emerging after their rest—yesterday the pathway around the Blue Lake was awash with runners, walkers, dogs and at least one small child who had had quite enough, thank you very much.
It’s a blue-sky morning here. I hope it is for you too.
Until later,
Kirsten
Everyday Thoughts of an Artist 