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Now the flower displays are getting showy but there are more tiny flowers to be discovered too.

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  1. Aren't our wildflowers beautiful this time of year. Are these photos near Parachilna? I miss the incredible vast starry skies out in the bush. I would live in the Flinders Rangers again anytime, but husband's work is in the city now unfortunately.

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  2. Pam, these photos were taken somewhere between Hawker and Maree, I'm not exactly sure where.

    I know all about the demands of city jobs ... I am currently commuting every day from my beautiful Blue Mountains to the city

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  3. They are stunning, the flowers and the photos. I hope there are some still around when we go.

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  4. And these are ...? Especially the golden ones ... ;-).

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  5. Ah yes asking question and forgetting to activate email follow ups - that's me!

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  6. Martina I don't know!! Most of the flowers were unfamiliar to me. I bought a book to try and identify them but there are so many and so many that are pea flower shaped like these that I can't figure it out.

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  7. I wonder if the browny ones are a variety of Boronia known commonly as 'bacon and eggs'?

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  8. Julie, there are quite a few different plants that go under the bacon and eggs name, this could be one of them.

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