![]() Well, only for a moment really. This gorgeous specimen delighted us, bursting out of the ground of its own accord and trumpeting its arrival confidently. It made me think of one of my favourite Dylan Thomas Poems: The force that through the green fuse drives the flower Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees Is my destroyer. As was to be expected, time didn't tick a heaven around the stars for this one, the fruit buds (I don't know what plant it is and am not sure of the proper name for floral anatomy), were gone by the next weekend, sadly eaten up by our hungry wallabies or possums. Comments are closed.
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