Hello, Editor Des here.
Well it’s springtime where I live in the Blue Mountains. All the flowers are out and the birds start singing so early they wake me up while I’m still dreamin’.
I thought it might be a nice time to go on a little wander up to the village. Pauline (my elderly guardian) says I should learn to appreciate the beauty around me. She can be so annoyingly pretentious sometimes.
I can sort of see what she means though. Even the grass verges have their little delights. Look.I could make a daisy chain for my girlfriend Milly. Except that I can’t be bothered.
Past the duck pond. Some of the wood ducks are such show-offs.
Here I am around the corner in the park It’s called Memorial Park to honour the soldiers who fought in the war. Well I’m at the wisteria pergola. It’s very pretty, isn’t it? I feel I enhance it.
The giant rhododendrons are nearly out. It’s the festival this weekend and I’m going. Say hello if you see me.
Up near the top gate I sneaked in to see if Mr Bowerbird was at home. But he wasn’t.
He was up in the canopy, looking around for lady bowerbirds I reckon. They like more than one girlfriend. I doubt if Milly would stand for that….haha.
So there’s a cherry tree beside the bower, but Mr Bowerbird doesn’t seem to know it’s there. That’s pretty strange, because he really loves fruit. Anyway I pinched a few. I’ll get Milly to make some jam if she knows how to.
They’re a bit sour.
Here are some of the azalea shrubs by the gates. Impressive eh? I had to be careful not to get bitten on the B– by a bee.
Poppies planted by the council, sort of on the corner of Govett’s Leap Road and Wentworth Street.
It’s quite a steep climb up to the shops. I had a little bit of lunch lunch while I edited my photos.
That’s it folks, the end of my walk. I hope you enjoyed coming with me….so to speak.
IMPORTANT UPDATE – Pauline Conolly is not elderly. And no, she did not force me to write this. Oh dear, so hard for me to type that.