Life in Tasmania's Huon Valley, by a blow-in from the mainland
Wednesday, June 1, 2016
Why, hello winter
Winter, day one. The sun has retreated far to the north. We woke to a thick white frost, making for a slippery walk down the driveway to let the chooks out. Down in the valley there's a blanket of fog, while up here, the sun is trying hard to change the grass from white to green before disappearing behind the trees for the day. It was hot crumpets with butter and honey for us this morning. Thermals on. More wood for the fire. We're ready for winter.
Escaped Sydney in 2010 for a piece of paradise in Tasmania's Huon Valley. I'm a keen walker, remote worker, incompetent gardener, Bernese Mountain Dog owner, fan of almost anything German (food, language, cars, beer), amateur linguist, chook fancier, childfree.