This morning, as I drove to work, I was reminded why this is such a great place to live.
The air was chilled and fresh, the grass crunched beneath ones feet, yet the brilliant early morning sun had a hint of warmth within its rays.
Ginninderra Creek was shrouded by a thin foggy mist as it meandered slowly through the suburbs.
In the clear blue eastern sky, the sun sat low on the horizon.
Spring is coming my friends.