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And I think to myself...What a wonderful world....

Heaven Scent

Floating Wetlands, Royal Botanic Gardens Melb, VIC

​​“Leaves of the sheoaks traced on the gold”
And I stood by that creek, ere the sunset grew cold,
When the leaves of the sheoaks are traced on the gold,
And I thought of old things, and I thought of old folks,
Till I sighed in my heart to the sigh of the oaks;
For the years waste away like the waters that leak
Through the pebbles and sand of Eurunderee Creek. ~~Henry Lawson​

Dee Muzzi Photography

Heaven Scent

Enjoying the sights, smells and flavours of Australia’s unique garden attractions

 In this issue...

Never Enough Thyme?

Here's one amateur photographer taking time out to smell the roses.

"I once had a rose named after me and I was very flattered. But I was not pleased to read the description in the catalogue: no good in a bed, but fine up against a wall". ~~Eleanor Roosevelt. ​

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