Wreath Flowers

It was on my bucket list of things to do but I never got around to taking time off to see these wonderful flowers until this year partly because the timing has got to be right.  This year we got there at just the right time, a week too early, a week too late, and we would not have seen them.

They are known as wreath flowers, a type of Leschenaultia that grows wild in the midwest region, north of Perth.  DSCN7696.jpg
The flowers grow roadside where gravel has been disturbed and we met people from around the world who came to see this iconic, rare flower that grows in Western Australia.DSCN7691.jpg
The colours were from soft butter.DSCN7694.jpg
To infant pink …thumb_IMG_0120_1024.jpg
Deeper pink …thumb_IMG_0122_1024.jpg
To fuschia … the coverted red was elusive.DSCN7695.jpg
Close up they are delicate.

It was a memorable day but I was saddened when I talked to the local lady at the petrol station who told me they are desperately waiting for rain.  Their annual rainfall is 390 mm and they have only had 100 mm this year.  The farmers have been optimistic and planted, looking upwards and sideways for rain.

May Lady Luck and Mother Nature join forces soon.  The farmers deserve a break.

Until next time

As always

a dawn bird

In response to One Word Sunday – Luck – hosted by Debbie Smyth


Milkmaids (Burchardia umbellata), Manea Park, Bunbury, Western Australia

As the Northern Hemisphere moves into autumn, we in the Southern Hemisphere embrace the warmth of spring.

Nothing speaks more of spring to me than these beautiful milkmaids that grow wild in the bush.  They float on tall stalks among grass and scrub, delicate and inviting.


Until next time

As always

a dawn bird

In response to Cee’s FOTD photography challenge – 29th September 2019

Against all odds …

Wildflower, Shark Bay, Western Australia

Those who visit my blog regularly will be familiar with my interest in photographing nature.  I’m always on the lookout to photograph something beautiful and/or unexpected.  Finding a flower growing beachside among shell rubble in harsh conditions in Shark Bay was a special moment for me.  It brought home what I know to be true … there’s strength in fragility and against all odds the beautiful will push through.

UNADJUSTEDNONRAW_thumb_1563.jpgPainted blue tree Morawa, Western Australia

The Blue Tree Project originated in Western Australia.  Dead trees are painted blue in rural communities to raise awareness of the incidence of depression in these areas.  It is a mental health awareness project.  When I see a solitary one in the middle of a paddock or roadside it is a reflection of a community in action.  Just like a solitary flower in rubble, I’m reminded, against all odds, the human spirit does push through.

Against all odds has been a motif in my life.  I know the beautiful does push through.  I experience this every day and hope I’ve now shared it with you.

Until next time

As always

a dawn bird

In response to V.J.s Weekly Challenge #64 : Resilience

The wildflowers are blooming!

It’s about a two hour drive between Geraldton and Morawa through farming country and a drive I always enjoy.  This time, being wildflower season, it was awesome.  It would have been more awesome if I prepared for being covered in pollen and dust.  I was cavalier, “Oh! I’ve never suffered from hayfever!” was my dismissive response.  But I’ve returned home with bigger bags under my eyes than in my hands and feeling totally dehydrated.

This was a bucket list item and worth every discomfort.DSCN7074-2.jpg
We left Geraldton and the vivid, fluoro yellow canola fields behind to enter wildflower country.DSCN7075.jpg
There were acres of yellow, white and pink pom poms, millions of them.DSCN7078.jpg
Egg yolk paper everlastings, too.DSCN7088.jpg
Just carpets of flowers as far as the eye could see.DSCN7105.jpg
These flowers were on shrubs, native, no doubt.DSCN7110.jpg
And entwined around small tree limbs, the gorgeous, delicate, fringed lily.DSCN7118.jpg
I chased this little one from tree to tree.  His call, beautiful and melodic and so strong, for a tiny bird.  My first photograph of a black honey eater.

I’m home for a couple of days resting before another round of travel next week.  And, then, the Murchison region, the Midwest outback.  I’ll heed advice and remember to pack some anti-histamine!

As always

a dawn bird

In response to Word of the Day Challenge – Advice

About kindness …


No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.  Aesop

My work schedule has been so disrupted in the last six weeks with other personal appointments.  When I did work, I threw myself into it to keep my mind busy.  I haven’t been taking care of my inner self and kept pushing harder.  It has come at a cost and I realised this today.  I have been short tempered and alternating between dismissive and demanding of my loved ones.  Not a good feeling!

I carried this knowledge with me all morning and my steps grew wearier by the moment.  I had to go to the shopping centre and quite spontaneously thought I’d buy some clothes while I was there.  I didn’t really need them.  Yes, the old retail therapy instant feel-good option.  But I do believe people’s paths cross for a reason and none more so than today.

When I paid at the counter, the lady asked me the usual question, “Are you with the X club”.  Another sales pitch coming on I thought with irritation, she looked up my name on the computer and then looked at me with surprise.  She asked me about my line of work.  I was guarded in my response.  Then she told me, I had done some work with her little boy and that she and her family remembered me over the years.  That was 13 years ago.  He’s a young adult now and studying towards a profession.  She told me she can still remember me because I worked with “kindness” and was “gentle” with him.  I was really touched by what she recalled and her memory was vivid.

Driving home I realised I was emotionally fatigued and what I was missing was compassion and kindness to self.  So I went out and bought some flowers.  Beautiful, vibrant, purple iris.  The flowers lifted my spirit and they are a luxury because I’m rarely home.  They will probably wilt before I return but it felt good to have them on the table.

I guess when there are no other options available to us, a little self-compassion and kindness goes a long way.  If it generates good memories for others, why can’t we remember to do this for ourselves?

Enjoy your weekend and may a random act of kindness come your way.  And, if it doesn’t you always have the option to be kind to yourself.

Until next time

As always

a dawn bird

In response to Word of the Day Challenge – Options

Wildflowers in the Midwest

I flew into Geraldton (some 400+ km north of Perth) late evening the other week.  I got into the hire car and took the highway into town.  I drove mindlessly, like I was home and realised, it has become another home for me.

I love Geraldton for lots of reasons.  When I have time between work and flights, I spend my time in a small restaurant that overlooks the marina because the airport only opens when there is a flight.  The restaurant staff know me well now and take me to my favourite table without me requesting it.  They chat to me with familiarity that I enjoy.  I am no longer a stranger there.  I also love a couple of shops where I invariably end up buying clothes or accessories.  And, I love my walk through town and back again.  This is what Geraldton means to me.

This trip I had to drive about two hours east of Geraldton, through wildflower country.  It was magical.  Long solitary drives on back roads flanked by flowers.  It uplifted my spirit and I was in my zone!DSCN9683.jpg
The purple flannel flowers with their soft grey foliage were scattered about in the thousands.DSCN9636.jpg
There were carpets of tiny yellow paper everlastings.DSCN9720.jpg
There were a few of these bushes, a type of hakea, I think.DSCN9715
Oh! those glorious skies and towering flowering trees filled with birdsong.DSCN9725.jpg
These were low growing bushes, blooming, km after km.DSCN9750.jpg
And these beautiful flowers that looked ordinary from afar but each flower within the flower, was so perfect.DSCN9753.jpg
There were literally millions of everlastings as far as the eye could see.  I didn’t have my hiking boots and didn’t want to risk walking in the grass in an isolated place.  We are coming up to snake season!

It’s difficult to describe to others what is means to be ‘in the zone’.  I’m so lucky I get to experience it where ever I am in this large State.  I’ve got trips coming up to the north and then south west next month and looking forward to seeing more flowers on my travels.  I know the wild orchids are blooming in the south west Wheatbelt and no doubt in the Bunbury area too.  I can’t wait to find them!

I’ve been home all week mostly running around for medical appointments.  I’m headed out again over the weekend and although I’ve enjoyed my time at home with loved ones and family, it will be nice to be back doing what I love to do.

Until next time

As always

a dawn bird

In response to Word of the Day Challenge – Zone

Yellow, the colour of welcome

Yellow ribbons are symbols of ‘welcome home’ and I find it interesting as autumn becomes spring, yellow is the first colour you see in the West Australian bush.  On my bush walks in Esperance and Narrogin I felt this deep sense of being welcomed back where I am always happy.  Spring brings hope of new life.  On wet gloomy days there were splashes of brilliant yellow to liven the landscape.  The wild orchids have arrived early too.  They are tiny and exquisite.  And, then … my first glimpse of a Western Golden Whistler who was singing his little heart out.  DSCN9532DSCN9512DSCN9390DSCN9367DSCN9524.jpgDSCN9405.jpgDSCN9264.jpg
These were some of my happy moments in the past month and I’m happy to share them with you.

As always

a dawn bird

In response to A Photo A Week Challenge – Yellow

Love, through the lens of a petal

I’ve just spent time among wildflowers, millions of them in the Midwest flower country.  Walking among snow fields of white everlastings, and rivers of colour in pink, yellow and purple flowers, the feeling was like walking through a rainbow.  And, through the masses of colour I searched for that one flower, the one that stole my heart, and brought it home to share with you.





As always

a dawn bird

Living with intent

“Be happy for this moment.  This moment is your life.” Omar Khayyam

This is one of my favourite quotes.  I wake to this philosophy, never more than I am doing right now.

Along the shore where my world glows, in morning lightDSCN9831.jpg
Sunrise, Jurien Bay, Western Australia

In the forest and scrub, where wild orchids grow, to my delightDSCN9990.jpg
Wild orchid, Esperance, Western Australia

In a deserted street with coffee and canopy, where birds sing notes, high and lowthumb_IMG_5794_1024
Main street, Dongara, Western Australia

At the inlet, tidal dry, where the white heron pauses elegantlyDSCN9101.jpgPort Denison, Western Australia

In those moments, I know this life is just a moment, and that moment, was my life.
May you find your moments today, to live your best life.

Until next time, as always

a dawn bird

In response to RDP – Tuesday: Intent

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Roses and rainbows … my pick me ups

I return home after each trip expecting my front garden to be bare, but no, the roses keep on blooming.  thumb_IMG_5439_1024.jpg
This rose has the most wonderful old fashioned perfume.thumb_IMG_5546_1024.jpg
This is an intense pink rose, the colour, fashionable on lips these days.thumb_IMG_5560_1024.jpg
I love how the white ice berg roses start off as pale pink buds.thumb_IMG_5541_1024.jpg
I drove through waterfall rain in the Wheatbelt region recently and was blown away by a massive rainbow in Marchagee (between Moora and Carnamah).  The picture is fuzzy because of the rain.thumb_IMG_5567_1024.jpg
This was outside my plane window on the flight in this morning from Esperance.  A mix of rainbow and solar halo.  It was magnificent!  thumb_IMG_5583_1024.jpg
Although I’m not sick of my frequent travel lifestyle, I am sick of travelling in poor weather.

Right now, home is where my heart is.  It’s time to plan for a short break in the south west.  Or maybe north.  Ah!

Until next time

As always

a dawn bird

In response to RDP – Saturday : Sick

Turquoise Bay, Western Australia

I’m home and taking a couple of hours off before I leave again.  I seem to have missed some lovely prompt words while I was away.  I hope it’s okay to make belated contributions to prompts!

I love visiting Exmouth, some 1200 km north of Perth.  I feel relaxed when I’m there, even when I visit for work so I always promise myself I’ll return for a holiday (vacation).  But whenever I have visited Exmouth, something seems to go wrong before my visit, frequently enough for me to think I’m jinxed!

This time I dared not say where I was going, I just wanted to be there.  Despite my silence, the run up to the trip was fraught with managing someone’s crisis, big enough for me to escalate it to another two levels.  I should have been relaxed it was now being managed by someone else, but no, the aftermath was just as stressful.  I sat at the airport with a coffee, unable to write, observe those around me with interest, or even drink my coffee.  I sat with head in hands, feeling utterly spent.  I knew where I had been in the last few hours and I dared not anticipate where I was going.

I got to Exmouth and the check in was a nightmare with Receptionist making mistake after mistake in her paperwork.  Half an hour later, I dumped my bags and knew I had to get to Turquoise Bay and leave it all behind.DSCN7694.jpgTurquoise Bay is one of the three most beautiful bays in Australia.  Who can argue with the rating?  Within seconds, the world fell away and I was in the moment.DSCN7708.jpg
The Bay itself is serene and great for snorkeling but in the distance, huge waves crashed loud enough for beach goers to look over their shoulders.  The waves never seemed to reach the beach.  It summed up everything I had been through in the preceding three days.DSCN7706.jpg
At my feet I focused on tiny things like this crab.  It flew past my feet like a fleeting thought that made me second guess what I had seen.  It burrowed itself with incredible speed and I could only see it with the zoom.DSCN7733.jpg
In the scrub along the beach were tiny flowers, a burst of colour competing with this magnificent place.DSCN7721.jpg
And, tiny sprigs here and there that were exquisite in size and beauty.DSCN7724.jpg
As I drove out of the car park I noticed someone had left a shell.  A little momento, for others to know they were there.DSCN7730.jpgI drove through the national park when I saw the last rays of light captured in a small tree.  At 80 km/hour, I saw it!  I pulled up with camera in hand.  The detail in the leaves was beautiful.  A few minutes later a Kombi van pulled up behind me.  Two young European backpackers greeted me.  They said they noticed the way I was standing and knew I had seen something worth seeing.  They were right.

I’ve returned with hundreds of photographs.  This was the end of the first six months of the year.  This morning I feel blessed and happy.  This was a break I so badly needed.  I am grateful for having a receptive spirit that is able to take these moments in instantly.  The joy of the moment has taken years of practice, but I got there in the end.  It has been worth every step of the journey.

As always

a dawn bird

In response to Word of the Day Challenge – Friday: Vacation

Winter roses

We are nearly a month into winter in the Southern Hemisphere.  I’ve been mostly housebound for the last two days staying dry and away from the winter storms that blew in.  During a moment of brief respite, I walked around the front garden.  It looks like a wedding has taken place with petals strewn everywhere.  There are still plenty of roses, weighed down heavy with raindrops.  I had to take a few pictures, actually I took 112 pictures in a half hour wander!

Although I love roses, I absolutely love ice berg roses.  Usually pure white, mine seem to be tinged with pale pink.  They are prolific bloomers.  These are the ones I love and thought I’d share with you.





It saddens me that people regard roses as ‘high maintenance’ flowers.  Mine just seem to look after themselves and survive my gardener’s brutal pruning.  Maybe what falls away, makes them more beautiful.  Something to reflect on.

Until next time

As always

a dawn bird 

In response to Nancy Merrill’s A Photo a Week Challenge : flowers