It’s Wattle time, here in Sydney, Australia.
In truth, there are species of Wattle out where I live almost every month of the year, but right now, it’s more than normally plentiful.
Here’s a photo of one that grows near the Georges River.
Mists fascinate me, and none more than mists over water.
So peaceful…
Here is a photograph of just such as event, taken at our local baths on the Georges River in Sydney, Australia.
Enjoy!
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p.s Please watch for the announcement of the release of my latest novella!
I wish I could send you its perfume… There’s nothing quite like the incredibly heady aroma that radiates from this spectacular plant. It reminds me of my childhood. A magnificent specimen grew in the front yard of my aunt, and as a child I would collect the fallen flowers (which still retained their charm) and place them in a shallow bowl of water, for use as a table decoration.
The plant we have growing in our front garden here came from my own childhood home, but there it grew simply in a large pot. Soon after we moved here, my parents planted it, and it’s thrived!
Enjoy!
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Proud, strong and handsome, a Kookaburra perches on a tree in our local park. Luckily for all, it’s a reserve devoted to native vegetation, birds, reptiles and so on. The perfect home for our iconic, featured friend.
Laughing Kookaburra
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A Winter Sunset in Suburban Sydney, Australia
WordPress tells me my download space is all but used up. Some of you already know about my other blogs. They are mentioned in previous posts.
So, in the event that this is it *for here*, I thought I’d chose something appropriate: a winter sunset…
It’s only in winter that we in Sydney are treated to such wonderful colours. This is a view from a street near our home.
Enjoy!
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A Special Jonquil
One of the glories of Springtime must surely be the wonderful flowers that it brings. Here is a photo of a beautiful modern variety of Jonquil, taken in my garden.
Enjoy!
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White-faced Heron
Most days I see water-birds on the river. They seem to especially drawn to the netted baths, where the crabs and other little treats reside.
Today I saw a White-faced Heron. As usual he was on his own: that is, until a pair of wild ducks swam past. But this was just for a fleeting moment, and before I knew it he was once again all alone.
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