Sunday, 24 May 2009
There were a few sprigs of early flowering winter wattle too. But I guess you are beginning to wonder why we are driving along this road. I'll show you tomorrow.
Words to walk with:
From Wattle and Myrtle by James Lister Cuthbertson
"Gold of the tangled wilderness of wattle,
Break in the lone green hollows of the hills,
Flame on the iron headlands of the ocean,
Gleam on the margin of the hurrying rills."