It is 20 past 8 on Sunday evening. The sun has just disappeared behind the hills. The birdies are twittering madly and music from a Christmas Carols concert down in the Botanic Gardens is wafting up the hill to me.
No rain or wind, is comfortably warm. All the windows and the front door are wide open. I'm wearing shorts and a teeshirt. And my neighbour isn't playing his electric guitar!
Tonight we have a truely Lovely Evening. It is officially Summer here from tomorrow.
Mickle's Pickle: from our World's Southern most Capital City.
3 comments:
Lucky you! I think I have frostbite on my toes. Brrrr!
Thanks ever so much for the lovely book you sent over with Antipo. Ewan and I read it together and had a great time. I wrote a little review here.
i somehow cannot imagine how it must be to celebrate christmas in summery temperatures. We lack snow at the moment, but I am sure i'd be mightily confused should i relocate to NZ :) howevermi have just prepped some mincemeat to be finished tomorrow and i hope whenit's 'cooking' in the oven, i will fianlly start feeling christmassy ....................
Sylv and Ms Mac - here's a laugh for you. The one xmas I spent in the Northern hemisphere I shared with dear Sister and some cousins. I was looking forward to hot food on a cold day. Only the cousins had cooked their turkey the day before, and served it cold with salad!
We took along an xmas pudding my Mum made in NZ and brought over to us a few months earlier. Mums are wonderful.
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