Mole Creek, Early Autumn

In Mole Creek each of the four seasons has its own distinct personality. This week even a trip to Deloraine on a regular workaday morning was transformed by an autumnal mist:

Down the driveway,

Along the road,

and off to town.

White Out

The view from our house today:






When we looked out of the bedroom window this morning everything was white. It's still foggy now, around midday, but finally beginning to clear.

I love this kind of weather (except when I have to drive in it). Everything familiar becomes eerie and mysterious. The rest of the world disappears and there's just us here in this house, sailing along like a great ship, strange shapes looming out of nowhere and then disappearing again.

Ahoy there, my hearties!

Winter's End

Last day of winter, though not the last day of cold weather. It poured last night and this morning the sky has a hangover; the clouds look exhausted. The wind is pushing patches of blue from left to right so that from time to time a sun stripe lands on our solar panels and on the kitchen table.

One of those patches of blue looks like a map of Australia, but by the time I fetch my camera it has become something else.

There are already leaves on some of the sycamore trees and hundreds of new shoots. It feels hopeful and exciting, but also sad that the still part of the year is almost at an end. Winter is restful, the bare bones of the deciduous trees exposed; their discarded leaves in some light look like fallen snow. I love the starkness of it.

The farm will begin to warm up and life will resume its rush. We won’t have to feed out hay until next winter and soon we’ll stroll and picnic again in the shade of the green leaves that are budding now, but I’ll miss this slow inward-turned time.