Well somewhere between this first photo and the last photo, taken on July 5th, winter arrived with a vengence.
The rain finally came and the dams are now back up to 30%. We could still do with more before summer, but after such a perfect autumn, it seems churlish to complain.
Rain brings such beauty. The mornings become misty and puddled, while soil softens underfoot. You can almost hear the slow swelling of new roots deep beneath the still barren trees.
The frosts bite. I've woken three times this month to the sight of ice across my new vegetable patch. The deep straw beds seem to be insulating the lettuce roots, they haven't frost burned yet. When I get into my car at 6.55am the digital dash beeps at me and flashes a sign "Warning: Risk of Ice" The first time it happened, I didn't know what to think! This week, when the ice warning beeped at me, I decided to try out the `tiptronic' gearing and pressed the snow button! I turned it off again when I got to the highway as the amount of traffic on the road had already dried and warmed the bitumen. There's been real snow up in the alps and we bear the brunt of winds blowing from the snow fields in the north down across the bleak city.
Well somewhere between this first photo and the last photo, taken on July 5th, winter arrived with a vengence.
The rain finally came and the dams are now back up to 30%. We could still do with more before summer, but after such a perfect autumn, it seems churlish to complain.
Rain brings such beauty. The mornings become misty and puddled, while soil softens underfoot. You can almost hear the slow swelling of new roots deep beneath the still barren trees.
The frosts bite. I've woken three times this month to the sight of ice across my new vegetable patch. The deep straw beds seem to be insulating the lettuce roots, they haven't frost burned yet. When I get into my car at 6.55am the digital dash beeps at me and flashes a sign "Warning: Risk of Ice" The first time it happened, I didn't know what to think! This week, when the ice warning beeped at me, I decided to try out the `tiptronic' gearing and pressed the snow button! I turned it off again when I got to the highway as the amount of traffic on the road had already dried and warmed the bitumen. There's been real snow up in the alps and we bear the brunt of winds blowing from the snow fields in the north down across the bleak city.
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