After carrying on like George Costanza last night, I thought I would post some flowers.
Every year there is a flower show of sorts here in Canberra called Floriade. There are a lot of flower beds laid out around a portion of the lake, a ferris wheel to see the patterns in the flowers from above and that sort of caper. A few weeks ago a dear friend, Margaret, who I described discovering as a kindred spirit here, came down from Sydney on the train for the day and we dawdled about in the sunshine, which was a real blessing. She almost missed the return train that evening because we were then too busy talking in the National Library Café, so I drove like a hoodlum and came to a rapid stop in front of the train station with about one minute to spare. The day was a treat.
I think we were a fraction early for the flower beds to be at their most spectacular, but here are a few pictures. I'm so shattered by the weekend switch to daylight saving and subsequent nights of messed up sleep just now that I think I'm going to go to bed soon.