Sunday morning early down at the park... The dew is soaking into my shoes and I welcome the cool, because all too soon it will be hot again as it's been every day for the last fortnight.
The mist is burning off as quickly as it rises, and the grass is crisp and dry underfoot by the time we return.
Back at home at 7.30am, the cicadas have just started up like chainsaws, and the thermometer reads 18.4ºC (65ºF).
We could do with a couple of nice rainy days.
But this is nothing compared with the situation over the Tasman Sea from us:
There are big bushfires in New South Wales and Victoria. Last night I had an email from my uncle in Melbourne saying that as he wrote he could smell the smoke from the dreadful bushfires there. He took a photo over his fence of the billowing huge smoke cloud. I hope things are more under control. Unfortunately this is the latest news so it doesn't seen like it.
I hope he and his family are ok...