I took photos today of wilting and dead flowers at the Floriade - call me emo. It complemented how I FELT about Canberra in those brief few hours. I thought I'd give our NATION'S CAPITAL another go - fail.
Even though I'm not really a flowers girl, all the colour and Canberra-ness was still pretty and calming. Canberra is "calming". (Mind you, I will still accept flowers as a sign of adoration, affection, lust etc. lol)
My parents are crazily health conscious. We had salad sandwiches for lunch. They tasted okay.
They made us walk through these. They seem pretty pointless to me. They are for counting how many people come to the flower festival, she told me.
It was a bit like the easter show... see.
lots of flowers...
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