Like the swallows to Capistrano, the skunk cabbage have poked their heads up to herald the arrival of spring in Hobart.
Teaching our 15-year-old grandson how to operate a tractor. Clutch, throttle, PTO, etc. Lots to learn…for both of us.
These three guys showed up just before sunrise on a dark, drizzly morning. The bull on the right is missing his left antler, hence the nickname. Never tire of watching them out our living room window.
While the east coast gets a heavy snow, we continue with boring, damp, moist weather. Sure, we may have to wash off the moss from between our toes now and again, but this is way better in my opinion.
Joyce Carol has been tending to this Christmas Cactus for so long, neither of us can remember when it started. We agree it used to be much larger. She took cuttings many years ago and has managed to keep it alive. Still amazes me.