sunday afternoon in the garden

Every now and then I feel overwhelmed by the desire to wander my garden, taking photos. It tends to happen only moments before the seasons begin to shift--when you sense that atmospheric change in the air, and you feel compelled to capture it.

Here is a little wander through my garden, from an errant volleyball to maple tree, bi-winged samaras. The crows nests in pots were snaffled from my dear friend Mary's garden on the Sunshine Coast and are doing really well. The puddy tat belongs to our next door neighbours. She's one of a pair we don't let go home.