Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colours, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night. ~Rainer Maria Rilke
Now the men are on the mend I am busily throwing anything that doesn't move in the wash with loads of disinfectant but for the second year in a row we have so much gum blossom the brick paving below our line is white with fine feathery stamens & feet roll on the myriad of tiny gumnuts scattered like floral stars across the ground. The bats & white cockatoos have torn whole bunches of gum blossom away from the trees to lie in untidy bunches everywhere we look & like chaff the tiny threads itch at the back of the throat. Summer is on its way. The days are getting warmer, the nights nowhere near as cold.
I swept my front path yesterday. Today I will do under my line. By tonight it will look like a fall of floral snow has dusted everything again. Everything has to be well shaken before it can be folded & brought inside.