A trip to the Dandenong Ranges has become a regular part of our life here in Melbourne. When the city starts to feel like it’s closing in, we head for the hills. Literally. Being amongst the trees brings an immediate feeling of peace. One of the gardens we visit when we’re in the area is the Alfred Nicholas Gardens.
At the bottom of the garden (and the bottom of a hill) is a lake. On the lake is an island. Linking the island and the shore are a series of bridges. On this bridge is my husband Tim. In the distance is another man, a stranger, who told Tim as he walked past that he had good taste in shirts.
I thought the symmetry was pretty neat.
I indicated with my camera and he nodded his head. This is Dilbag.
A caravan. A hill. Coffee. It says holiday to me.
Well, except the coffee.
Another beautiful summer evening … and a (Melbourne) Star in the sky.
Yesterday there was a detour to see the water pouring over the wall at the Hume Dam.
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.
They’re spiky and they’re spiny
The flowers are quite tiny.
They’re altogether shiny,
The Hakea family.
There are strange machinations, buried deep in the forest…*
*Completely plagiarised from Tim’s post.
The water pours over the rocks like tears.
It’s been that kind of day.
I’m a long way from the cold and greyness of Melbourne … but this flower reminds me that there is sometimes warmth there.