I'm not sure where August went. It was pretty cold, wet and miserable here in Melbourne and I think I just kept my head down and bunkered down.
Recently, it was the Hurstbridge (a small town near us) Wattle Festival. The wattle is a glorious native and the bush around Hurstbridge is full of this flowering beauty during late winter/early spring:
Some knitters yarn bombed this year's festival:
Doesn't their installation catch the wonderful brightness of the wattle (well worth clicking on to enbiggen)? And a close up:
We also enjoy another of their master creations in Hurstbridge (again click on to enbiggen):
I think we are very lucky to have these. I drive past them everyday on my way to work. They always make me smile.
How goes early autumn for you?