The white cedars are shedding their leaves. I love the touches of gold in the garden.
Some limes a friend at work gave me.
Mixed emotions. The mist on the river in the mornings is beautiful - and the pelicans are back. All the work on Wharf Street is about new houseboat moorings which I guess is part and parcel of a tourist river town. But a workman took it into his head to cut out an old huge rivergum stump - a great loss of a natural play place for so many children. And the loss of a symbol of regeneration that has fascinated many - the stump doggedly sent out new growth - it was often damaged intentionally and intentionally - but new growth always appeared.