Yellow
It's early April. The garden's full of tomatoes we can't pick fast enough to beat the birds, and the cedar tree is pollinating. Think of a mad alchemist sprinkling sulphur everywhere waiting for an explosion or a transformation. We have to dry the laundry inside because the wet clothes on the line get covered in yellow.

 
Picking tomatoes after dusk you can't see the split ones Starting small, the cedar flowers are a lovely contrasting pale green for months Then they're almost purple and start to soften Laden with pollen they cover you as you brush past Add a breeze and the yellow drifts all around the yard
Dusting everything like icing sugar on a cake This year we've beaten the birds to the quinces. Quince paste making for Easter Not sunflowers but Jeruselem artichokes, probably the original source.

Driving home, now that daylight saving has ended, is usually in the dark. If I get away before 5.30 there's still some nice light. For five years I've said, I'll stop and take a photo of that. All you need is the sense that 'well, there might not be a tomorrow' and somehow you find the time.


This is a new barn, built to look rural cliche. It works. The rearview mirror grabs you. Stop. Not black ice. Sunset, Sparrows Hill looking back to Queanbeyan Last rays on thunderstorm sky, Sparrows Hill After you top Sparrows Hill, the valley past it catches the light
The valley where Sonza is (owned by John the vet ) is a special micro-climate Leaving the high ground and dropping into the Valley. Bungendore is in the trees in the middle of frame. Light catches the gravel quarry just on edge of Lake George Mount Fairy sits behind Bungendore to the North, catching the light when the valley falls dark Yellow, I'll show you yellow!
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