It’s the start of October, and spring has almost sprung, but not quite.
\nThe onion weed is abundant, and so to the tiny flying insects that gather in tight clouds along the ruddy river walks, causing pedestrians to enter respiratory chaos when inhaled by accident.
\nGrasses that sprout seeded make all of us itch and sneeze, and amongst the gums that host the banks, little tiny buds appear on the acacia trees; BUT – where is the Wattle?<\/p>\n
Apart from the Black Wattle Bush, there is no Golden Wattle anywhere in bloom. Cast back a year, and the whole planet, my world along the bushland close to home, was a confetti bomb of yellow blossoms, so intense I ‘kinda’ wished it were toned down a notch.<\/p>\n
But here we are, September no more, and blossoms not abundant.
\nMy usual go-to for pale pink eucalypt flowers on the opposite side of the river bank shows a few blooms but nothing stunning.
\nAnd sure, the council has removed the bridge that takes you to the better side to grovel and forage for native flowers and bush foods. But looking about each side of the river shore – the infamous Golden Wattle – the crest of our parliament, sorry, none so far I have seen.<\/p>\n
So what is going on?
\nWhere is the Wattle?
\n…<\/p>\n