Note the bullet holes in the signage - (a mindless Aussie sport!)

When Thomas Grey wrote in his Elegy to a Country Churchyard,
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
he was of course not referring literally to wildflowers.
Yet the words of his elegy rang in my mind as I drove hundreds of kilometres southwards
from the opal fields of Coober Pedy and saw these exquisite blooms tossing their heads in the breeze.
Sturt Pea
1.
2.
I'm not up with the names of our native flora, I can only prevail upon either Lyn or Ross to ID this exquisite carpet of wildflowers.
3.
4.



When Thomas Grey wrote in his Elegy to a Country Churchyard,
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
he was of course not referring literally to wildflowers.
Yet the words of his elegy rang in my mind as I drove hundreds of kilometres southwards
from the opal fields of Coober Pedy and saw these exquisite blooms tossing their heads in the breeze.
Sturt Pea
1.

2.

I'm not up with the names of our native flora, I can only prevail upon either Lyn or Ross to ID this exquisite carpet of wildflowers.
3.

4.

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