Can't help thinking of the
poem from our school days when I think about the weather we have had and are having. So appropriate, especially at this time of year and in terms of recent years.
I mentioned it to someone recently and it appears that the younger generations don't know about it, what a shame. All those poems and stories from our childhood not taught anymore.
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| Warringal Park in the 2009 |
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| Darebin Parklands 2009 |
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| Darebin Creek |
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| Darebin Creek |
I used to walk regularly down at
Darebin Parklands with
our dog. Since she has had cruciate ligament surgery, we have been down there less often. But it has changed to a green park lately. Amazing difference.
2 comments:
Thanks for the poem, Mary. I'd been thinking about it lately and hadn't remembered that it ended with the prediction of bushfires. I'd better stop saying that!
I hadn't actually realised that - but I have been reminiscing about 1982/3 and the wet spring followed by a hot, dry summer and Ash Wednesday fires! I had better stop too or I'll be as bad as Hanrahan.
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