More site lines that are sight lines. Chocolate earth, the black soil of the Fassifern, smells good enough to eat. Not. This is seriously tempting for stitch lines. Sometimes in the rush of "get-to-work-mornings" it is nice to stop. A shop front. A wall of bricks.A paddock freshly ploughed.
Paddock clearing this afternoon ahead of the storm coming up from the New South Wales border region, about 200 kilometres across and looking like we will catch its edge.
And here it comes, pushing towards the coast, sending rumblings our way. It is still 31 degrees on the verandah and time to log off!
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