Late autumn in Melbourne. The nights have well and truly drawn in, and at the moment the sun sets close to 5.30pm. Last week I noticed the camellia tree had a number of new flower buds, after months of bareness, clusters of tightly packed pinkness which overnight blossomed into beautiful large flowers, petals the colour of raspberry soda. A day later, many of the blooms had fallen to the ground, so I was greeted with a carpet of flowers one chilly morning, covering the path like a celebration, or as if a very important guest were awaited.
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