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Silky Oak


I noticed the Silky Oaks were in flower so looked around for an interesting shot with one of them in.

Silky Oak is a native Australian tree with golden flowers in spring and an attractive timber, this old cabinet in my home is Silky Oak.

Temperature 39C.

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  1. Wonderfully wonky. There seems hardly a straight line in this building.

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  2. Wonky is a useful word.

    Silky oak is a lovely understated golden. I did not realise that it flowered so obviously.

    Shall I enumerate the things to drool over in this photograph ... ?

    WV = phonym
    The sound of rising temper down the phone line when explaining that the shopping list is STILL on the kitchen table!

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  3. Hi, I found your blog by accident and just want to say great oictures! I sure wish we had 39°C, its almost freezing here. :)

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  4. First time I hear about the silky oak.. Your cabinet is gorgeous!

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  5. Wonky .... what a delicious word ... and so apt ... thanks AB.

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  6. The name alone, silky oak, is enticing, JE. The building looks huge?

    wv binge
    They binged on corrugated siding. And roofing.

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  7. All the silky oaks are in bloom at the moment in Ararat - I adore them.
    One of my most favourite trees.
    (love that shearing shed - specially the colour of the iron)

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  8. This is a lovely shot. That silky Oak is also found growing here in Hawaii (I'm on the Big Island)..most are found on the drier side (Kona). I love those trees and when the Jacaranda is in bloom, the whole side of the coast is full of lavender and yellow golden colors. Amazing it can thrive in such a cold environment too. Have a great day-

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