A bright yellow mass of flowers is taking over the footpath down my street. I half expect that tomorrow I’ll walk down there and it will have expanded overnight, taking over the nature strip and moving onto the road.
How glorious is this blossom? A single tree may be charming, but a sweeping country driveway, lined both sides with these beauties is simply enchanting. Spotted in a backstreet in Creswick North this afternoon.
I love the soft beauty of the quince tree in spring. The flowers open out into soft clouds of white, but the buds are pink with the most extraordinary fine detail.
A sea urchin lies on the winter beach among the kelp, like a discarded Christmas bauble. The beach is not pretty at high tide in winter, instead it offers up a bounty of curiosities.
A perfect pink petal lies on the hard ground, her beauty there for all the world ignore. She made me smile.
No matter what the weather, there always seems to be some Marigold flouncing around my garden. Her orange splendour makes it easy to gloss over the mess in my garden and wallow in flowery magnificence.
I know a full moon comes around every month, but it continues to be a little joy to when shines down on me in the early evening, filling the sky with a purple hue.
While walking to the shed this afternoon my attention was caught by a familiar yet unidentified scent. I looked around and realised my Green Wattle has bloomed. It is a mass of fluffy, yellow balls with a distinctive perfume that reminds of growing up in the bush in Smythesdale.
A verdant verge is a pleasure to behold on a sunny Sunday morn. Textures, colours and shapes combine to create a rectangle brimming with energy and life.
There was warmth in the sun today. In mid-Winter it feels so warm and snuggly, like a big hug from the sky.
