I usually run with a theme. Towards the middle of last week our Bureau of Meteorology forecast some extreme weather for much of South-eastern Australia. Snow, buckets of rain, damaging winds, record cold temperatures. Some of the forecast was truthful, and some communities have a lot of cleaning up to do. A couple of people have died in flood waters.
Not here. No snow, and a teensy smidge of rain. It was breezy but not dangerously windy. Chilly but not frigid. It was grey though.
Early morning skies looked like this.
On the first day that some sunshine was making valiant efforts to break through we headed down to the lake. I go there often for solace and heart balm (and a roo fix). As is always true there was a lot to delight us.
There were black swans.
The lake was serene and lovely - and even on a mostly grey day there were reflections...
This isn't a good photo - but I did love that very pink tongue.
I love our magpies too, and this dapper male is a beauty.
A small and noisy flock of sulphur crested white cockatoos were feasting on berries. These are for you David.