MY WORLD
GOLDEN WATTLE
Some call it Mimosa, we call it Wattle here.
It's always the first harbinger of the Springtime of the year.
While the winds are whipping up a storm and the skies are, maybe, grey
It adds a touch of glory-gold to a gloomy winters day.
Some may have their cherry Blossom, some their Daffodils
To herald future sunshine while the winter wind still chills,
But we rejoice in Wattle, such a pleasure to behold,
Dotting the hills of New South Wales with bubbles of pure gold.
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Last year's wattle here:
