Yellow Fever

Spring has sprung with the advent of The Yellowing.

Everywhere and everything is irradiated. The slime of wattle pollen is everywhere forming intriguing trails of bizarrely bright yellow on the ground as puddles dry out.

The surface of the dam features concentric circlets of the fine flotsam like the growth rings of the trees. Perhaps the bygone seasons of exuberance are marked in the sludge as it slowly sinks to the bottom. Only the platypus knows.

Fortunately there are the daffodils, snowbells, jonquils, hellebores and the budding promise of stone fruit flowers to compensate for the dreaded task of scraping the film from the solar panels.