In my garden
This is but a season
when petals, like thoughts, drift away
only to bloom, again
a dawn bird
In response to One Word Sunday – Division
Tag: One Word Sunday
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. 
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.
The colours were from soft butter.
To infant pink …
Deeper pink …
To fuschia … the coverted red was elusive.
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
Things of wonder
I’ve been working on reports since 7 am and just coming up for air. I browsed through my recent photographs and recalled the wonderful afternoon at Pebble Beach, just outside Exmouth, Western Australia, a place where I exhale.
There are beaches around the world made from pebbles. For us in Australia it is a novelty, much like Shell Beach, in the Shark Bay area, which is made up of trillions of shells. I love Pebble Beach! It is about 13 km out of town and worth the trip as far as I’m concerned. Although the road off the highway is unsealed, you no longer need a 4WD to access the entry to the area (if it hasn’t rained).
The pebbles are all shapes and sizes, some exquisitely tiny.
They look like a melange of sugared almonds.
Some are the size of tiny potatoes, in colour, too.
The pebbles are deposited at this beach by the tides that gather the stones from an escarpment, their journey, their narrative, told in touch and sight. The stones are silky smooth and wonderfully tactile. They are as soothing as handling ‘worry beads’.
What makes me bend down to pick one pebble over another is something I don’t know. It is just a visceral response, a connection, inexplicable and an undefinable yearning that is deliciously soothing, once the pebble is in my hands. Much like the simple reach, to walk hand in hand.
May your Sunday be one of wonder in simple things.
Until next time
a dawn bird
In response to One Word Sunday – Relax
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