I find living at the bottom of the planet, and being a native of the top of the globe, I am nostalgic for pine cones in December - I found these in a pile of trimmings of a spruce at the cemetry. The Norfolk Pine always looks like a Christmas tree waiting to happen, and the Hottentot fig flowering by the side of the beach reminds me of a South African winter.
I suppose that means I'm hopelessly confused.
3 comments:
((smiles)) There are lots of worse reasons to be confused, m'dear. But I do understand you. May the season offer you the miracles that bring the customary warmth to the soul that makes it all come together. Great photos!
I would be, too. The photos you show are just lovely. What a charming part of the world you inhabit!
Thought of you this morning. We are talking about heroes and one of those I had picked up was Sir Edmund Hillary.
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