Midsummer Day's Dream.

 "Sleeping in the midday sun ... sleeping in the midday sun ... "*

The maple has finally developed some foliage after being almost totally denuded by possums. I didn't really mind because in previous years they had destroyed the roses. The shade provided by the foliage provides a nice spot for the guinea pig trio and will retract slowly across the scene until the solid shade of the carport takes over. 

Not that it really matters. It has been mild. We have had only one, or perhaps two, days over thirty Celsius so far this summer.

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(*Lyrics from a half-remembered Paul Kelly song from the late '80s or early nineties.)