Followed by a random shot of a native feijoa tree in our garden sporting its soon to be harvested fruit. Yuk, don't like them. Tastes like the smell of (huh?) germoline that mum used to put on our grazed knees. Fruit and that smell don't go together.
And a random shot of the tractor in the back garden.
I'm happy. Very happy. I can share my randomness with you again.