TODAY'S FLOWERS - Flinders Ranges Wattle

Acacia iteaphilla, commonly called Flinders Ranges Wattle,

is one of those wonderful plants that bloom in winter

with a delicately sweet scent.

This one we planted along the road verge next to one of our 

dams some 18 years ago and it performs beautifully 

every year.

It is so nice to do just garden posts for a while,

after all, there is so much in a simple garden to give one joy

TODAY'S FLOWERS & I Heart Macro - Vallota Lily

This year I only had one stem of my Vallota Lilies

with two blooms on it

it got a little bruised with the recent rains

but was joy to see nonetheless

Enjoy your flowers today

who knows what they will be like tomorrow!

Linking to TODAY'S FLOWERS

and

I Heart Macro

SkyWatch - Happiness is . . . Clouds

Oh the joy of seeing a few clouds in the sky!

Looking at the skyline on the hill behind my house.

A gentle hush of pink just south west of the sunset.

SkyWatch ~ Weather coming in . . .

When I see promising clouds like this, I rejoice. There is

nothing like a a good drenching for garden and paddocks alike

and some healthy run-off into our storage tanks.

When no-one provides reticulated water for you, you have to

conserve and manage what the heavens send you.

With a hot, dry summer coming up, every drop that comes

our way is precious, so thank you, you beautiful cloudy skies.

Watch the skies for the wonders they bring, then share them on SkyWatch Friday!

TODAY'S FLOWERS ~ 13 Roses, more Roses

Please click on photos to see them face to face.

Roses lend grace and perfume to our gardens.
Whether you have one solitary Rose bush or
one thousand, they speak of love and hope and
healing. They comfort us in our need and pick us
up when we are down. Their buds are graceful as
a young girl or full blown like a comely matron.
They are an Angel's breath and a wayfarer's delight.
So here once more, I give you Roses.



'Charles Austin' in bud on a six foot bush,



and open to a perfection of cupped petals.



Climbing 'Sympathy' a rose of distinction for mass
effect, scent and repeat flowering, holding well when
cut and just taking your breath away when out in force.



A glowing vermillion interloper lighting up the
garden with its exhuberant lust for life.



A peep into the heart and shadowed mystery.

To 'Just joey' lighting up the day like a candle
in the night.

To Luiz, Denise and Laerte who slave to give us

this meme, my hearfelt thanks.

Click on the Logo to enjoy flowers around the world.

Footsteps

Footsteps lead fron doorway warm
into the white beyond
the single track grows long and lost
over the rise beyond

Over the hill and down through the dale
and ever onward going
through drift and and frozen patch of grass
the footsteps pass, the footsteps pass
along the wood with laden bough
they go not stopping for a rest
on, ever onward, forward going
with bent head to the falling snow they trudge
one foot and then the other



Till far into the darkening night
a light gleams through a window
the steps have long behind been filled
the snow lies silent there
and onward go the steps intent
on yonder lighted beakon.

The need is great, they hasten now
towards the one light beaming
Inside the room she waites and hopes
the child as yet unborn
with practiced hand he turns the babe
easing her sweating brow
the cry of life soon rends the air
filling the gentle room with joy
At last the weary feet can rest a while
as Christmas morn dawns bright and clear



before they set out once again
upon the sparkling morning snow
to make the marks that once have been
with lightened heart
tarrying now and then to watch a bird
or mind the light upon an ancient tree
and onward bound for home and hearth
where anxiously they wait for news
and for their safe returning.

raindrops

It rains and rains, drumming on the iron roof.

Though gray and gloomy be the day, it still

abounds with treasure. The droplets cling to

twig and leaf like diamonds all aquiver, just

stop and listen what they say, they speak to

us in voices gay of sunny skies and clouds of

gray, of mist and dreaming willow fronds, of

twinkling stars on faerie wands and thirsty soil

a-drinking. The roots of trees all parched from

drought and heat swell thirstily and sigh. How

can you wonder why a dark and dreary day I

bless, with rain, rain, rain, more rain.