Delicate greens in the bush, miles up the Leven River.
Tag: bush
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I accept your invitation to spend all of our adventures together, wandering softly along winding paths…
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I can’t imagine living here … but someone did, a long time ago when people were tough and lived and worked in the bush, away from cafes and the library.
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They’re spiky and they’re spiny
The flowers are quite tiny.
They’re altogether shiny,
The Hakea family.
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Spring is in the air,
Everywhere I looked around …
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There are strange machinations, buried deep in the forest…*
*Completely plagiarised from Tim’s post.
Musings from the cold 