I posted a picture of our potted grass tree’s flower spike here it is about 1.8 metres high. In comparison, I took the above photo at work this week, this amazing spike reaches over 3 metres!
Photography
Good morning, blossom
The title could just as easily read good evening, blossom too.
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Floppy poppies
In nature’s garish hues.
Triffid buds extend, hairy curlicues.
Bright anemone-like stamens entice
Tendrils shivering towards your voice,
Tantalisingly,
Audrey purrs, “feed me’s”.
Humming tree
There were three trees in the backyard when we moved in almost one year ago. The tree fern was already dead, the pine tree quickly followed, and the ficus-like one above had been heavily pruned. For the past couple of weeks bees have been busily collecting from clusters of creamy white flowers. The humming sound and being showered with pollen while sitting at the table below has been a rare treat.
Mahatma Gandhi
A week after being laid to commemorate Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi’s birthday, these flowers like the memory of this extraordinary man shine brightly. More commonly known as ‘Mahatma’ (meaning ‘Great Soul’) Ghandi was born in Porbandar, Gujarat, in North West India, on 2nd October 1869. I took this photograph after reading Non-violence day and insult of “Rastra pita” by Sourav Adhikari. I recommend you check it out.
35oC Spring day
Luckily there was a breeze and relatively low humidity, so quite comfortable in the shade. The clocks have gone forward one hour for Australian Eastern Daylight Time, luckily it is a public holiday tomorrow, what with the more soaring temperatures and all. Just in case you are wondering Sydney is GMT +11 hours.
Central sunset
This dramatic sky is a perfect backdrop for Central Station, Sydney, Australia, at sunset. You can find an afternoon view here.
Dark clouds
Cold stark towers of truth
Bear down on unwary.
Eyes downcast, mind elsewhere,
Moving forward somewhere,
About their busy ness,
Against wind, sunshine, rain;
Gloom pervading pain.
From the bus stop
If someone had told me, when I was young, that I would one day leave the cool northern hemisphere climate, my birthplace, I wouldn’t have believed them.
Why would I want to trade in grey, cloudy skies, and drizzly rain that clings to your clothes and hair?
This morning I find myself sitting at the bus stop. Across one of the busiest roads in Sydney I see: a blue sky; lush green leafed trees; and a palm tree.
Denial
Not wanting to know my:
- Waist measurement
- Weight
- Bank balance
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