Misty Sunday

“Trying to remember a dream from a decade ago is like trying to catch fog in a coffee filter. I could subsist on morning mist.” 

Jarod Kintz

On the way to church this morning I snapped an industrious arachnid who greeted the misty morning with a pretty good web too lovely to pass by without recording its beauty.  I don't like spiders, but this one does good work!

Nice geometry for a tiny brain to make!

Kym didn't make it this morning as she is still riding the coughing wave that has plagued this home for five weeks now (!).  The locals say it is our "Welcome to Tasmania" virus.  Really a gift basket or scratchie would have been fine.

Due to this induced and unwelcome lethargy no gardening has been done.  It will need to be soon because we see buds and wattle everywhere.  The weather has turned at last and indeed the Italian Princess went out for a light thrashing down the mountain yesterday - she's a beaut that thing.  Five weeks off and still fits like a glove.

Maybe next weekend for the green thumbs to get going?  We'll keep you in the loop...