It has been a long winter in Melbourne this year, and even
though we are almost at the end of August, the blossom month, it still feels
like winter. “It’s a miserable day” is Vince’s assessment of the climate, both
meteorological and psychological. But then again, he lived for many years in
the tropics.
I like to look for bright spots even in the darkest days. The many varieties of wattle blaze their
beautiful yellow in gardens, reserves, parks and along the Eastern Freeway as I
drive to work every day.. Surely the great spirits of nature fashioned them so
as to counteract the greyness of Melbourne.
And then, there is Mirabella.
