This morning I had a spare half hour, so I headed up the end of our street, camera in hand. Spring had arrived and I knew the bush would be looking lovely, flowers everywhere. Or so I thought.
I glanced around but could spot nothing except sweet pitosporum, which was more than worthy of inhaling a few lungfuls , but wasn't all I expected to see.
Where were all the flowers?
I have lived near the bush all my life, but don't spend anywhere near enough time in it. So, it's not surprising that i remain dense and expect to see large, obvious displays of colour. It's not Western Australia at the end of my street!
So, I walked a lot slower and peered carefully at the ground. Except for the casuarina tree, most of my finds were smaller than your finger tip, but I'm sure you'll agree, were lovely treasures waiting to be found if you but took the time to look for them. Beautiful, and fun to find!
