This year, who knows? All we've had for the last year is rain, Rain, RAIN! But the beauty of the trees colouring up as the cool weather progresses will sustain us. I love the vivid colours of Maples, Liquidambar, Pistachio, Elm and Manchurian Pear. We have FAR too little autumn colour in Australia, but I learned to love it at primary school, where we had an avenue of Camphor Laurels in bright colours, in the sub-tropics. A rare treat for those living in that horrible, hot, steamy climate.
For more than half my life, I have chosen to live far south of my birthplace, in my beloved Southern Tablelands of NSW. We have been fortunate enough to find a place with quick access to three major cities, where neighbours still know each other, doors are rarely locked, and crime is a fire cracker in a letterbox. My grandchildren live not much more than a kilometre away, my Rottweilers are doing really well with their training, and life is great.
My big girl has always favoured chairs over sitting on the ground. As soon as she was big enough, she adopted this old garden chair as HER spot. Our senior girl is quite happy to sit on the ground like a dog, but is still Queen Bee. Her word is law among dogs, but she is a very benevolent dictator and friend to all creatures (except rabbits).
Oh Joy! They've gone outside and are getting soaked, playing in the rain. Soon they will ask to come back into the house. Gotta go!
