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.
I wonder how they are judged.
ReplyDeleteI don't really know but in the country town I grew up in there were experts on every matter domestic and gardening. This one is probably the same.
DeleteIt's good to see such small local exhibitions. The Sydney Easter Show ones are a bit overwhelming.
ReplyDeleteLove the speckled eggs.
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