a blaze of yellow on a winter's day.
Today I walked past the place where I used to live. This wattle is in glorious full flower and was I moved enough to stop and gaze at it for a while. Some flowers stun me like this - their sheer beauty and intricate structure amaze me. The wattle is heavy with flowers, and to see the sunny colour against the blue sky is a cheering sight. This tree did not exist in that garden when I lived there seven years ago. I wonder how many days it might have moved me if it had been there when I was in residence.