December equals firetails scouting for seed while sun blazes sea. Shellgrit speckled hardwood table of early morning coffee thoughts. Red-stemmed mint, white-stemmed rosemary, translucent-stemmed basil, primrose-stemmed oregano grow flavours. Watering-can stands at attention, never knowing the day or hour. Automatic fairy lights glint in the real solar 7.30am oversupplies. Black shadow wetsuits rest over deckchairs waiting for life to resume. Spiders’ secret work through banksias is dozens of sunlight lines. Beach stones ages smooth stay put in their adolescent pattern. Last night’s wine bottle stands still while its quaffers sleep-in. Some flies and a dignified currawong inspect the leftovers plate.