In my garden the sun is changing it's shifting light. We live under a mountain (well a sort of hill with lots of tall rainforest trees), which means that in Winter our sunshine comes later in the morning and leaves earlier in the afternoon. We become a little like hibernating animals, snuggled by the fire and scuttling about the garden seeking patches of sun. 

Every year we try to plant a garden, of some sort or other. Some years we’ve had flourishing garden, picking veges and flowers, other years barely anything at all. Some years it’s determined by the floods or the lack of water. I’ve done a lot of hand watering, carrying buckets from the creek to the garden over the years