Here comes spring … maybe

I’ve just returned from Moora, a small Wheatbelt town about 200 kms from home.

The Wheatbelt area is renowned for wildflowers.  They have started to bloom.  There’s a small bush reserve just outside Moora, Candy Bush Reserve, that I’ve always wanted to visit.  I’ve never been brave enough to walk through on my own as it is on the outskirts of town and isolated.  But today I did.  I saw a group of people walking through and I saw my chance.  I parked my car and changed into my bush walking shoes and trailed behind them.

In spring there are carpets of paper everlastings in this area.  People come from far and wide to see this.But I love to find the solitary one, like this one, pale ice cream pink.Some so tiny, they make sand and pebbles seem large.I love the incongruity of delicate flowers growing among thicket.While huge sprawling bushes have prongs of flowers that reach out.I’m not sure what these were, but they were striking among the greenery.

There were swatches of these yellow flowers but it’s easy to see why these two caught my eye.I stopped my car on the way home for one last picture of the fields of fluro yellow canola that splashed colour, as far as the eye could see.

I’ve been home for a couple of hours.  All these images seem so far away.  They were taken today!

It’s night as I write this.  Thunder is rumbling above me.  The rain is thumping as it hits the roof of the shed.

So you can see why I’m reticent to say, here comes spring.

Until next time

As always

a dawn bird