"To muse, to creep, to halt at will, to gaze ... such sweet wayfaring" William Wordsworth
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Flowers
Being winter there are not a lot of flowers about but regardless of the season it always takes some noticing to see the detail of flowers in the Australian bush.
Tumbleweed It was August (known to be a windy month of the year) and it was blowing a gale. Tumbleweeds hurtled across our path, pressed forward by the busy wind. While I was photographing the tumbleweed, I braved the icy blast to find a few more tiny flowers and fruits by the roadside.
Makes me think of Snugglepot and Cuddlepie.
ReplyDeleteYes, I understand why May Gibbs became fascinated by native flowers.
DeleteLovely little flowers!
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