Still on the theme of Waiting, this post is dedicated to my New Zealand born parents who, once upon a time, spent many happy hours at Mona Vale. They would have enjoyed being with us yesterday afternoon, were it not for the fact that they now live thousands of miles away in Queensland. Even though they live in Australia, they consider themselves more” Kiwi” than ever because, like New Zealand’s national bird, the Kiwi, they no longer fly.
Let’s start our stroll at the herbaceous border, near the car park.
Next we cross the bridge and look towards the railway line 
and, then turn the other way, to follow the flow of the river.
Here is a seat waiting for you
with blue flowers like little satellite dishes, tuned towards you and the sun.
And, if you get too hot, you can move to Hilda’s seat and test drive the perspective of a hundred year old lady.
As soon as you are seated, the birds will seek your company and your ducks will come looking for bread.
They are as eager as ever to be fed. There were a few white ducks today. I wonder if they are ever confused by their reflections. Their reflections confused me.
That’s all for now except for a brief stop to smell the roses. They are not at their best but the ones
that remain are harvesting the sunshine.
© silkannthreades
