Back in April I went to visit the rose garden at Mundaring Weir.
The fragrance of the roses was intoxicating as the day was warm.
The bees were drunk on the pollen and in one bloom there was a party going on as bees buzzed sideways unable it seemed to fly away.
The colours were striking against the vivid blue sky.
Not rushing I simply closed my eyes as I sat down and bathed myself in the bewitching scent...
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