Pity the poor farmers ...

We had been warned to expect winds in excess of 100kms per hour, so when the windows started to rattle and doors to bang I knew that the spring pollen would be on the wing and that, being an asthmatic, my early morning walk was probably not a wise move.

However, the eerie glow when I opened the blinds at 5:30 took the wind out of my sails. The sky was pink! Within seconds, I was trying to cough my lungs up onto the pavers, so beat a hasty retreat. My daughter called to check on my stupidity levels as she huffed her way to the station across town.

These images were taken at the front of my cottage on the way to and from work. Have a look at the photograph that I have added to Tuesday's post.