. . . . and the thermometer on the wall of the family room says it's 28.9 degrees Celsius outside. That's like 84 degrees Fahrenheit.
The Blue Mountains are on fire.
Taken from outside our front door.
This is hazard reduction burning. Fortunately it hasn't been windy, so hopefully the firefighters have everything under control. However, I'm hearing Bush Fire Brigade trucks with sirens blaring more and more frequently roaring past on Comleroy Road.
Happy Father's Day to all the dads tomorrow. Wish my dad was here so that I could plant a kiss on his long remembered forehead. Love you, Dad.