My secret joy
The Secret Joy
Face to face with the sunflower,
Cheek to cheek with the rose,
We follow a secret highway
Hardly a traveller knows.
The gold that lies in the folded bloom
Is all our wealth;
We eat of the heart of the forest
With innocent stealth.
We know the ancient roads
In the leaf of a nettle,
And bathe in the blue profound
Of a speedwell petal. Mary Webb
Wherever you are, whatever you’re doing, may your weekend be filled with joy, and thank you to Jo Bakas for these glorious pics of this year’s Floriade Festival in Canberra.
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Thanks for sharing these beautiful shots of spring. They are a treat!
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Thanks Eliza, hope you’re enjoying autumn on your patch of paradise.
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I am, thanks, fall in New England is pretty, but I wish it wasn’t such a long wait until it is spring again! 😉
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Maybe next year you can come down and stay with us for Floriade! Enjoy the alternative! W xx
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I’d love to, thanks for the invite!! Am watching the rain fall in Sydney, hoping some of it might end up in Broken Hill x
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