‘When you’re walking the view shifts and changes.
Walking’s a form of hope.’
from ‘The World Without Us‘
by Mireille Juchau
I’ve just spent a week down at our house at Aldinga Beach on holiday.
Common (variegated) groundsel
I had planned to go running as much as I could, but due to illness, in the end I had to opt for a gentler form of movement.
And that turned out to be not such a bad thing.
Red parrot pea
The sun was gentle and soft most days, though the wind felt distinctly chilly. In the Scrub, native flowers were blossoming everywhere, in every colour: yellow, purple, orange, white, pink, blue.
Blue Grass Lily (Caesia calliantha)
Even the parts of plants that weren’t flowering seemed exotic and gorgeously coloured.
Twining vines (devil’s twine)
Bees darted about, drinking nectar.
Bee on a coast beard heath plant (or a rice flower?)
with curling shoot
And though they’re not pictured here, roos observed me as I walked the sandy trail, while whistlers burbled hidden in the trees and a frogmouth boomed in the distance.
Yellow bush peas
(that’s what I call them, but apparently they’re called common eutaxia)
Spring has truly arrived.