Wet air, we call it. A true rainforest experience. I could barely see the line of firs at the back of my neighbour’s block, but it’s the quiet that’s the most eerie, I think. All sound is literally dampened, making you feel lost in the strange soup.

I captured this gloomy light just after 11am. The camera doesn’t do it justice, but you can make out all the trees on the mountain after these first few snowfalls. It’s my favourite mountain view.

Found some goopy looking mushrooms growing by a determined clary sage seedling. Last year the winter garden was a wasteland. This year it is full of life and it’s such a pleasure to be out in it.

These ferns were really languishing in the front garden, where they were blasted with the hottest summer sun. They should be much happier here in the woodland garden, where they offset the red of the coral bark maple beautifully. I love ferns, especially mass planted like this. It’s really amped up the woodland vibe too.