Tiny signs of spring

We had some absolutely lovely weather over the weekend. It wasn't especially hot but it was sunny and still and mild. The only reason I had the fire going on Sunday was because there were still glowing embers when I got up early on Sunday morning and it seemed a pity to waste them.

Brandy and Whiskey were not complaining about having the fire going, even though I kept it quite low for most of the day.

Brandy and Whiskey on Sunday evening

The Zoo Drive market was up and running on Saturday morning, although the Talbot market had been cancelled on Sunday. It was good to see the Zoo Drive market busy, bustling - and Covid restrictions compliant. And sunny 🌞. It was busy at the Mushroom Farm too. Not so busy out at Elaine, but it seems to be ticking along quite well.

Winter has fought back with the coming of the new week. It was cold and dismal and drizzly for most of yesterday. But you can see the beginnings of spring in the wattle flowers, the little leaf buds on the gooseberry bushes, the beginnings of the new raspberry shoots and the tiny regrowth of some of the garden herbs. Spring is not burgeoning, but it is showing signs of life.

A bloke came yesterday from the Ballarat Home Maintenance place to put some hand rails up around the house. Two in the shower and one where the towel rail was in the bathroom; one in the toilet; and one on the front wall by the step up onto the porch. He was an hour later than expected and rang, shortly after I had rung the office to check I had the right day, to say he couldn't find us. I gave directions from the University roundabout. He had found the roundabout but simply hadn't seen the service road that leads to our street.  He also didn't see the number on the front wall, nor the number on our house wall. He found us eventually!  I can't do anything about the lack of numbers on the other units, but I have put a street number of the front wall, and there is a giant number on our house wall!  There are also, now, hand rails in the appropriate places

It's Freyja's birthday today and Melbourne is, as last year, in lockdown. As last year, I have her birthday present here, waiting to be given to her.  I should have given it to her when we met in Daylesford!!  Never mind. As she says, birthday seasons are all the rage and it's nice to have ongoing celebrations. 

Sunday evening light, viewed from our patio doors

Free for you:  Cat in the Grass photo