Still got that whole spaghetti legs thing you get with the flu and it's a beautiful walkies day outside. But I've got my feet in the sun as we speak and I'm on the mend.
Nice bit of rain the other day. Shuffled off to the doctor in the morning and on my way back there was a big golden wattle in full flower outlined against the black black rainclouds over Gosford. Of course I didn't have my fucking camera with me. Curses!
Anyways. Golden wattle is a mimosa tree with blooms like tiny balls. (No sniggering down the back of the class!) The freshest blooms on this tree against the clouds were screechy bright canary yellow. The middle aged blooms were a deep golden yellow like the coins in a treasure chest and the old blooms were turning from gold to a soft tawny brown. And all this against the soft soft grey of a dark raincloud. Beautiful.
Got home clutching my antibiotics and tucked myself into bed under a great heap of quilts and fell asleep. Woke up in the half dark to the sound of rain on the roof. What bliss.
Busy yourselves with this until I'm up and about again. It's the Dictionary of Sydney. A sort of Wiki thing only much prettier and about Sydney only. It's just started but there's some stuff and pictures on it already.