So the raison d'etre of the trip was to catch spring flowers
Yet the drought meant we have yet to catch sight of
Colourful carpets of purple, white, blue, orange and red
Resplendent in online guides and Come-See-the-Wildflowers tourism brochures
With the experience of the night before still shivering in our bones
We voted and made the decision to turn back up north to Kalbarri
Where the promise of seafood and simple yet cozy accommodations lie
Not particularly proud of myself, but I blew off the booking we had for the night at a remote station
Which naturally, no one else was rather keen on anymore
Without internet access and only email communication, I hope she's forgiven me by now
What's remarkably wacky about this shot was the unexpected find at the end
We went whizzing past as we had more miles to cover
Through shaded woods and bright fields of sunshine we flew
I scanned and saw between shaded treeline brilliant yellow peeking out
Yet we were wont to stop
And as we passed by solitary trees standing amidst rape flowers
A travesty it must be not to
And so, craftily I asked my parents if they had ever seen such a scene before
Disguising my decision for theirs
As luck would have it, the fields dried up, those which appeared did not have the zest
Pockets of green here and there just won't do
Until a break in trees showed promise and the car screeched to a halt beside
We waded in knee high grass, thorny brambles and tripwires masquerading as weeds
Until we reached the barbwire fence, the border of farmland
And we sniffed the air, wrinkled noses in disgust
In amusing fashion, all of us automatically mimicked the flamingo
Checking the soles of our shoes for malodorous substances
When my mom pointed out with a short shriek: someone took a dump not that long ago!
Of all the fields on all the highways in Western Australia, we had to walk into this one
