At around sunrise on Thursday morning, Mount Warning looked clearer and the crevices in the ranges more well defined than I have seen in a long time. Mist dancing across the valley floor contributed to the beauty of the view, so I took an early morning photo to capture the moment before the day grew any older.
I feed the birds their breakfast at around 7am each day, but this butcher bird must have thought he was in with a chance of an early breakfast. I told him to come back in half an hour.
Little Mr. Bowie doesn’t always mind his manners! He’s been told – several times – that the kitchen bench is no place for a cat, but when he sees a bird outside the window he simply can’t help himself! He only stayed there long enough for a photo before I shoofed him down. (There’s a tiny glimpse here of one corner of my new kitchen too. 🙂 )
Thurday was a warm and sunny day, but from Thursday morning onwards, I have been chained to my computer, writing and reading, reading and writing some more, until finally, at 10pm last night, I submitted the assignment I’d been working on. It was due by midnight, so I got it in just before the deadline.
I don’t know whether the mountain was visible yesterday or not. I didn’t stop long enough to look, but I have a sneaking suspicious it may have been hidden by clouds.
Today, we definitely have cloud, and mist, and rain. I took this last photo during the afternoon, just before the rain began. Even though the mountain isn’t clear, I rather like the effect of the various shades of white and pale grey, and the ghostly mist obscuring the greenery.
Next week I have another assignment due, plus a few other smaller tasks that need to be completed for uni. After next week, I have a couple of easier weeks before I begin work on my final two assignments for this semester. Hopefully tomorrow will be a fine day, so I can spend a few hours in the garden before I am chained to my computer again.
The mist returned this morning, adding a touch of magic to the early hours of the day.
We moved into our newly built home here in March 1994, so twenty-seven years ago this month, and awakening to a misty valley scene never grows old, even after all these years.
This afternoon, I found more magic in my garden, a tiny toadstool, and suddenly a children’s story began forming in my mind. Imagine the possibilities of a whole village of tiny fairies living in the garden, with the golden toadstool being the focal point of their village!
This bright orange gerbera – complete with a tiny ladybird (can you see it there close to the top of the flower?) – would have to be the sun that lit up the fairies’ world every day!
Even my flowering gazania looked magical and other-worldly today. On the eighteen petals are eighteen burgundy comets, zooming towards the orange life-force at the centre of the flower.
We’ve had some pretty dismal weather recently which has prevented me from visiting my garden as often as I usually would, even during the hotter months of the year. It’s encouraging to find a touch of inspirational magic emerging as the seasons change. 🙂