Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

Be wary of noon on a midsummer scorcher
Going out in the sun is my notion of torture
I’m parched and I’m dry and however I try
I’m consumed by fear that I’m going to fry

A Rose Is A Rose, Cicero's

From Summer To Winter In 18 Hours

Photograph copyright: DAVID McMAHON

Yesterday, in the post Weird Weather, Heather, I pointed out that the weather was still like midsummer, instead of being on the brink of winter. But Melbourne's climate is capricious. This morning the weather turned full circle. After a warm, almost tropical night, the temperature slid off the scale and we had some very welcome rain as the cold southerly wind swept in. So even though the roses are still blooming in my garden (above) the story today was very different (below). One thing's for sure - you can never get bored with the weather here.