Canberra (Australia) – I’m so cold, oh so cold!
I felt anxious and grey during June, perhaps mirroring the inclement winter weather and the times, but here I am, on the eve of July. Soon the wattle will be blooming gold and the landscape will extrude from its current camo coat of green and brown.
I barely managed to pick up the camera but spurred on by my supporters, the crested pigeons, I began. Fluffed up, a crested pigeon warms up in a pocket of sun.
I am in awe of a couple who go walking in all weather with their new baby, a toddler and their dog. If they can do it … My True Love and I dragged our carcasses out on a cold, grey, windy day to the Australian National Botanic Gardens (ANBG). We hoped it would be relatively protected there from the bitter wind. It was. We had to work hard for the photos in the dim light and gallery of blanketing green. Let me get all poetic here.
Satin bowerbird kids abound.
Yet no sign of mum and dad were found
among the budding wattle.*
Eastern spinebill darted forth at speed.
Landed once and then was gone
to places more interesting.*
Mrs golden whistler said not a word.
Frolicked with other tiny birds
High in tree tops of scribbly gum.*
Crimson rosella made its presence felt
in a sea of green and brown.
Ate a plant I do not know.
In looming dusk, a young rosella
on dead branch of tree cut down.
A mystery and curious attraction.
Enough with the silly bird poems I think.
They will not fill a month of jobs undone.
Plants? Now that’s another matter.
Acacia aphylla FABACEAE (above), a Western Australian wattle, growing in a pot at the ANBG visitor centre raised my temperature. Unfortunately, it is frost sensitive so not suitable for my frosty hollow. Nor are the following plants, although they seem to thrive in the various micro-climates established at ANBG. Firstly, Pittosporum revolutum, and secondly, a lillipilli of some description, possibly Syzygium smithii.
Since you have been such good readers in getting this far, here’s one more treat – crimson rosella in lillipilli.*
Despite mounting cases of the Delta variant across Australia, it has been 353 days since the last case of community transmission in Canberra. Sounds too good to be true, doesn’t it? Canberrans have been asked to prepare. I won’t go into the various debacles and lost opportunities. I hope people act sensibly in the coming weeks and remember to be kind to one another. Being kind is not my forté, so I sympathise if you are struggling too. I had my second AstraZeneca jab last Sunday and join the estimated 5-7 percent of Australia’s adult population that has been fully vaccinated as at 29 June 2021 (estimates vary depending on the source). My worry now is for all those waiting to be vaccinated. One is never too sure whether to follow the health advice or the government advice because it changes so regularly and often conflicts. Onwards.
I could go some choc-mint ice-cream right now, but I’ve given it up. I did have some though after my shot last Sunday.
This is my response to “The Changing Seasons” photo challenge. This monthly challenge is normally hosted by the lovely Su at Zimmerbitch. Su is taking a break hosting the challenge, so the equally lovely Ju-Lyn (Touring My Backyard) and Brian (Bushboys World) are stepping in to share hosting responsibilities in Su’s absence, starting with Ju-Lyn.
Stay safe, everyone.
*Photos taken by my True Love.
Unmarked photos taken by me.