|The Bees were apparently noisy.|
Once upon a time someone lived here. There are the last remains of the fire place, the 'house yard' boundary is marked out by rocks still half buried in the ground. Someone lived here and planted some bulbs and some trees. Someone who wanted flowers in an Australian bush setting.
One day they left.
The bulbs stayed and each year they jumped out of the bushland grass and bloomed their special yellow sunny faces.
No one else ever moved in and the house disappeared or fell down so the bushland claimed back the space.
Not many people know where this is, the locals don't want the bulbs dug up, they enjoy this quiet and peaceful place, a secret garden that will remain and expand, where the screeching Cocky is the only one who will pick the flowers.
The scent in the air is amazing.
Within a few months the bulbs will be gone, until next year when our secret garden will sprout again.
Have you planted some blubs this year, because you never know who might one day enjoy them?