I return home after each trip expecting my front garden to be bare, but no, the roses keep on blooming.
This rose has the most wonderful old fashioned perfume.
This is an intense pink rose, the colour, fashionable on lips these days.
I love how the white ice berg roses start off as pale pink buds.
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.
This was outside my plane window on the flight in this morning from Esperance. A mix of rainbow and solar halo. It was magnificent!
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
a dawn bird
In response to RDP – Saturday : Sick
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