The dragon's breath from the north today has blasted my poor peony - she was in the shade, but I should have moved her inside early on.
I know there's still some hours to go, but it feels like February right now. There are deep cracks in the dry ground. If we were sensible we'd all dig a nice deep hole, just like the bull ants, and go underground for a month.
I live in Ballarat, an old goldfields town, in the central west of Victoria, but southerly in relation to the world. I love Chinese architecture, the post-goldfields towns and countryside of central Victoria, and I love the practice and the art of history. This year I'm beginning a research project on Ballarat in the 1870s.