Not That Surreal

Just when I was starting to wonder if my brother and SIL were stranded somewhere on the Canning Stock Route - it was the Aboriginal man in the GP’s waiting room with a hunting boomerang who prompted it - he sent through photos of wildflowers in bloom. Winter rain and a warmer than usual spring brought them on.

Extra: courtesy my brother. Low res, though.

Thanks for hosting McCaviti - and for setting some fine, but hard to meet challenges.