
who came before. Photo: Catherine Watson
DAYLIGHT saving is wasted here. We’re burning wood till midnight to keep warm through nights of slashing rain. The days are punctuated by freezing gales. This season has gone bung.
Grass thrives and silent mowers rust. Pity the poor gardeners, watching from windows, waiting for a break as drains become moats. We need to weed and plant and mow. Now! And mow once more before Santa crash-lands in a nearby paddock.
Yuletide is turning into a tsunami so the one sunny day this week couldn’t be wasted, despite that wind and despite the softness underfoot.