In the last week the weather has been very temperamental. That is not all bad, variety is said to be the spice of life and we have had a variety of weathers. Mostly it is fine and dry with a cool nip in the air. Cool enough to have to wear a light woollen top and pile on the blankets at night. This has got the flowers all out of sinc. The wattle thinks it is spring.
And for the first time in my life living in the sub tropics (or tropics or north of that) I have managed to grow and get fushias to flower. I have managed to get leaves before this.
We had an unsheduled weather even during the this time. That means the forecasters didn't see it coming so no one was prepared.
The day before everything was as usual but it was very still and there were some unusual clouds in the sky. Peel Island could just be seen on the horizon. Actually it was very pretty, hence the picture.
That night it rained and the next morning we woke to fog. So heavy and so widespread that all the airports were closed causing all kinds of problems for travellers. It was that wet drippy kind of cold. You needed a coat, hat and gloves.
This is very unusual weather for here. On my walk that day I passed residents sitting out on the verandahs all rugged up in blankets looking at it. Everyone I spoke to had a theory about it and all were enjoying the novelty. We were lost in the fog.
It was thicker in some spots.
Next morning it was gone.
Back to business as usual.