"The Bush Was Grey a Week Today....

.........olive green and brown and grey.
But now the spring has come to stay,
With blossom for the wattle."

This song transports me back to my childhood, when we would sing it at the annual Wattle Day pageant.
Alas, we're much too busy ticking outcomes these days to allow for such frivolities.

OK, it's not spring, barely winter, but there's a wattle out somewhere at any time of the year in Australia. and these are splashed through the bush around Blackheath.
I'm expecting Doli to tell me which wattle it is, although it's quite probable I'm the only Blackheathen who doesn't know.