The Coming of the Wattle

With the loss of all the deciduous leaves and the winding up of autumn comes the native wattle. With it (in turn) arrives the promise of eventual rebirth and the hopeful notion that I may NOT, after all, have to spend the rest of my life, cowering in lockdown. Life will indeed find a way …. eventually  … to get back to committee meetings, rehearsals, coffee out, theatre performances, holidays at the beach and rides in the train.  Personally I am hoping that by the Australian spring, things might be looking a whole lot better.






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