Anzac Day in Canberra

There’s an unwritten rule in Canberra:  heaters and woollens are not needed before Anzac Day.  That’s how long our mild Autumn is supposed to last.  Not this year.  As the apparent temperature plummeted last night, we turned on the central heating and put on the slippers.  And our last roses of summer are now picked and in the vase.  The scent is magnificent:

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And there’s more!  Rod and Tom are finally (after 21 years of me pleading) putting paving underneath the clothesline as well as from the house to the clothesline.  Oh happy days:

Tom (on the ditchwitch) with Rod telling him what to do!

Tom (on the ditchwitch) with Rod telling him what to do!