The colours of Spring!

When I walk in my garden this year, everything seems to be shades of pink or purple.

 All my ugly old cactus's take on a new life and are transformed into things of great beauty.

Their colours are so bright that they look as though a child has painted them.

My last remaining rhododendron

[which is older than me],

is suddenly covered in delicate purple flowers.

Each year I think it is not going to make it through the hot, waterless summer, but it always does.

It is so old and had been neglected for a long time

that it has reverted back to the colour of a wild rhododendron.

Of course the agapanthas have run wild,

and are sending up their strange flower buds

in most unexpected places.

They look like creatures from space.

Roses that are past their prime fascinate me,

I love the way their petals fade,

they remind me of old, comfy clothes.

Look at the colour fading

from the darker pink slash --- so beautiful.

My tea tree is covered in its usual multitude of

simple flowers and mult-coloured leaves.

Last of all come my orchids

the poor things get no attention,

and yet each year they give me more and more 

fascinating blooms.

Spring really is the most beautiful season here in Melbourne.

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A complete change of thought.

It is evening here and the dogs are resting 

after a big "walking" day.

My darling boy was sound asleep near my chair

when there was a loud THUMP!,

my large heavy,hand bag had fallen onto the floor. 

I turned on my chair to go and pick it up, 

before I moved, Middi was up and attempting to work out how he could give it to me. 

It took him about 30 seconds to find a hold and lift it into my hand.

Of course it was too heavy for me, but he kept pushing 

until I got a proper hold.

He never ceases to amaze me, 

I have never asked him to pick my bag up, 

like so many other things he does, 

he just seems to know what to do.

What a wonderful friend he is.

Good night!