Saturday Morning...

Saturday morning I was greeted by the most amazing sky, clouds at various heights were moving at different speeds, creating a canvas of ever changing mystical shapes.  

Gazing upwards I lost myself in the gliding clouds before shifting my gaze to the hungry chickens and other garden visitors.

I am slowly adjusting to the dusty earth, where cooling green grass once was. 

In a way it saves me a tasks, yet the garden does appear hotter with the bare earth. Having said that though, I'd rather a garden full of life than having the regular chore of mowing the lawn. 

Not much is in bloom currently, but the garden is full of colour by the birds who come to visit daily.

And what a blessing that is...

 

Setting Out...

Setting out while it was still relatively cool I took myself on a walk around the gardens at Mundaring Weir. The perfume of the rose garden filled the air, the roses were planted in 1906, and these roses really do look like they've been there that long. There's something ancient about them. 

The roses aren't the only European plants in the gardens at the Weir. There's agapanthus in abundance, lillies and even hydrangeas as well as a few non native trees. 

Apart from a small family of ring necked parrots I didn't see any other birds or animals, they were more than likely getting settled in shady places ready for the heat of the day...