We don’t get snow, we don’t get frosts, we don’t get cold. We feel cold, of course, after a hot summer (forget autumn; we don’t get autumn). Yesterday it was 20ºC when I came home around 5:00 p.m. and overnight I slept under a doona at 8ºC.
I’m 6km from the CBD and close to the harbour so other parts of Sydney may not be so mild. I admit I missed the worst of it, having been away for a month in hot, humid Istanbul. My friends say it had been wet, and wet is the norm in winter here.
The garden is looking great with help from my friends. I found volunteers of lettuces coming out of a pot, I think I can see some dill and garlic shoots as well. There were flowers that defied the ‘cold’ and fruit ready to pick. The sour oranges will be marmalade and the cumquats will be eaten out of hand. The rind is sweet.