These photos were taken on a cold morning.   The cottage where I stay is nestled into the land, surrounded by bush and rocky outcrops.   I hear a deep earthy rhythmic resonance as I wander around and delight in seeing flashes of kangaroos as  they bound in between the trees.  Nearer to the house is a drought resistant garden – lovingly created by my friends after a bushfire destroyed their house and garden a few years’ back.  In the winter mornings dew sits on the large leaves for a long time; watery light illuminates the edges of large cacti and reveals the soft lamblike fluff of others.   I feel sure the spiky cactus is an unwelcome interloper but it is beautiful too in its spikiness and when the light catches its spines.