MY WORLD ~ 45 The Boring Part of the Road

A long, flat, boring part of our way to Sydney. To
get there in a reasonable time, this is the way to take.
The road is straight ahead all the way across the state
of Victoria. This time it was spring and if one bothered
to stop, this dry dry country produced some lovely
surprises like these tiny straw flowers.



The golden ones were even more spectacular against
the red sany soil.



Like someone had thrown a king's ransom across
the road verges.


Even the stunted Acacias glowed gold.

Crossing another state border we came to a little sleepy

hollow called Weethalle in New South Wales. To call

it a one horse town is to give it more life than it has.

No matter, we like to support little shrinking communities

so we stopped to have some scones and tea at the old

railway carriage tea room at the restored station next to
the silent tracks.

These beautiful Gazanias are a proclaimed weed in

sandy areas of Australia but aren't they splendid.
From the platform, across the rusty tracks there
we saw this beautiful mural of the old town the way

it used to be.

There is still wheat farming in the district as the

silo testifies.

Unfortunately the tea room was closed although the
sign said open.

The little old ladies who run the little shop and tea room
maintain the gardens beautifully.

I did take some photos of the beautiful station but

my computer ate them, so for today, this is all you

are getting.

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