Tasmania has been wild with native flowers blossoming since September. I guess this has been the case for every year in Tassie for thousands of years. This year, though, I actually paid attenion. All those "prickly bushes" I used to complain about when riding my horse, Starlight with Dad in the bush, are a wounder of colour and tacit flowers. Here are some of my pics. These ones are from the Peter Murrell Nature Reserve in Kingston, in Forth in the bush out the back of my family's home, and Mount Wellington:
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