When the mist descends in the mountains, all colour is leached from the landscape, all sounds are muffled. It is peaceful and quiet and in the summer provides sweet relief from the heat.
Yesterday we arrived in mist but by late this morning it had cleared. Margot and I walked to our local lookout and gazed at the view. We listened to the kookaburras, parrots and black cockatoos. I took her back home and then continued on down Butterfly Lane - the lane she named years ago on a summer's day walk when everywhere we looked there were butterflies. There is an old shed on the lane - its colours of mustard and blue fade more each year but are still beautiful - even more so in autumn when nearby maples blaze red and gold. The lanes are lined with agapanthus and coreopsus, all purple and yellow and vibrant. Most of the houses here are weatherboard and almost all of them have verandahs which have bits and pieces of old furniture on them - today I saw an old rocking chair draped in a crochet rug.
In our garden hydrangeas bloom under the silver birches.