175th Year passes with pomp.

175 years is a blip on the timeline of this ancient land, but colour and movement is a thing that deserves to be mentioned. Especially when it reminds us of our own richly interesting and complex history. A tree planting is worth it's weight in carbon alone. We rest in the shade of whatever comes before us and so too will our following generations. The red coats came and drank awhile, and their musical accompaniment was delightful to hear on the lawn of the beery Imperial.

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The Summer though it looms it doth Bloom..!

How nice it is to simply walk in the altitudes. The cicadas are indeed doing their maddening best to mesmerise us with their ancient chants this year, something that didn't happen last year, but nevertheless a sweet show of native blooms distracts us pinkly !

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'Tis Delightful frolick is't not ?

What better venue is there than the mountains to cut a rug or quaff ambrosia ? How fine are the blue mountains for such activity ?

Plenty fine !

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