While here in Wales a kind sun keeps us cheerful in the face of creeping winter, and a gentle breeze soothes, in New South Wales a merciless sun and heartless wind seem to have charged forth together, with what spur I don't know - a match? - savaging all in their path: a bizarre and dreadful contrast to contemplate.
Sympathy to all those affected, and hope that the fires will soon be under control! At such times, nature, wildlife, gardens and beauty are, of necessity, low on the list for rescue, people coming first, of course. But when all is over and the damage inspected, those victims will be mourned too. I don't know the region's romantically named Blue Mountains, never having visited the country, nor how blue their peaks may are - or were, but I guess their shades and hues and shimmering blends are, as I type, being swallowed up with everything else.
Meanwhile, here in Wales, it's time to put the heating on.
Good luck, New South Wales!
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