Through
August-September the undemonstrative trees go completely golden. Over several
nights fronds and branches let out little yellow flowers until the leaves are
hidden from view with heavy clouds of blossom. Wattles stand out in the crowd.
Sneezing goes from suppressed to profuse. This wattle is a ‘weed’ in southern
parts, frowned upon by purists. But for everyone else it’s turn that frown
upsidedown. Within weeks the tree will be green again, all yellow gone to
ground or air. Tangles of softness felt up. Blossoms line the paver joins,
slowly turning rubbishy brown. Someone sweeps drift traces from the porch.
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