I have been standing on the deck breathing in the smell of rain on dry earth. There’s a name for it: petrichor. Lovely. The garden is dry. Watering has been necessary in the last week or so and long before that for the container plants.
Today was a great day for getting washing dry before the weather changed. The change was signalled by a sudden wind which slammed doors in the house and sent cabbage tree leaves all over the lawn. The broad beans were blown this way and that and must be feeling the relief of stillness and rain now. The banksia rose was unmoored from the fence, so securing it somehow will be a weekend job.
And, wouldn’t you know it? Felix has returned to his previously customary mooring on the woolly rug on Mum’s bed!
Anne-O-tations 