November has been one windy, stormy month. You name it, we’ve had it – thunderstorms, a bush fire and a massive dust storm. We’ve barely seen our beautiful Brindabella mountains (hills for everybody outside of Australia).
Here is my photo essay of November. The first photo is of the smoke that cloaked the surrounding hills as a result of a large bush fire to the southwest of where I live. The fire was actually much closer than I realised. Smoke rising from areas actively burning can be seen to the far right. The second photo shows rain approaching. The last photo is of the massive dust storm that moved across the state dumping precious topsoil from the parched west off the coast.
We’ve been very busy with vet appointments (another story), so when I can’t go to the birds, sometimes birds come to me. Mr and Mrs Eastern Koel come each November, announcing their arrival with an incredible din; he with his “kooo-el” and she with her “keek keek keek keek.” Mrs Koel took great delight in pinching green cherries off our tree. This year we also had a special visitor, the Sacred Kingfisher.
The garden also galloped along. We rushed to get veggie seedlings in the ground. It was bloomin’ marvelous with far too many flowers to include in this post. I am going to indulge in a few photos of my favourite mollusc azalea, among others.
Nothing says November like my flowering Bottlebrush. The digger
was a mysterious visitor for a couple of days and framed the bottlebrush nicely.
The early November fires heightened the intensity of colours.
Even dull brown gleamed in the smoky haze.
Finally, when the rains came, I escaped to the lake for cool tones.
This is my contribution to The Changing Seasons monthly photo challenge hosted by Su Leslie from Zimmerbitch. Click on the link to join in the fun.
Note to Readers:
Dear Readers, I will soon be getting back to some writing. I have one serious and one not-so-serious piece in mind. Plus photos of some macropods. Stay tuned.