Wattle time

Wattle tree in bloom in Wagga Wagga, New South Wales, Australia.

I’ve always been a bit of a scavenger.  Ever since I was a kid I’d pocket pretty shells, inspect interesting leaves or steal stems from the garden.  It’s a habit that I’ve maintained into adulthood and I love taking a wander a somewhere, just to see what I can find.

The Malvern Hills were literally a five minute walk from our house in England and I loved the freedom of having a wander through woodland, often coming home with a pine cone, pebble, or in the spring, wild garlic.

Now the weather’s starting to warm up in Australia, I’ve been spending a little bit more time outdoors and the other day I spotted the first of the wattle starting to bloom…

Wattle trees are hugely abundant across south-western New South Wales.  Every August these fairly nondescript trees burst into flower, bearing tiny, fluffy ball-like blooms. Whether it’s because I missed last spring’s show, or because it’s been so very dry, the wattle this year seems to be laden with more flowers than usual.

Looking up at a wattle tree in bloom.

Wattle flowers in Wagga Wagga, New South Wales, Australia.

Driving to work the other day I noticed a dozen or so wattle trees quite close to home, heavy with bright sunshine-like flowers just off the road.  This week I finally found the time to stop and take a walk through the trees.

Wattle tree growing by the side of the road in Wagga Wagga, New South Wales, Australia.

The first thing I noticed when walking up to the groves of wattles, was the noise – there were bees everywhere! They were flitting from bloom to bloom and making the most of pollen on offer. The next was the smell – wattle (or mimosa as it’s known in parts of the northern hemisphere) has this sweet, almost honey-like smell.  I love it – to me it is the smell of spring in Australia, and Fragonard’s Mimosa is one of my favourite scents to wear in the warmer weather.

Woman holding bunch of wattle.

Vase of wattle sitting beside framed picture of a badger.

My urge to scavenge was high and I couldn’t help but cart away with me a few stems of wattle.  They’re a bit unruly, but I love their wild, almost sculptural look when arranged.  The silver-green foliage is a beautiful contrast and I’ve placed the vase in a spot in the bedroom so the flowers will be one of the first things I see when I wake up in the morning. With frosty weather set to return this weekend, they’ll be a little reminder that spring is almost here.

Have a wonderful weekend. x

7 thoughts on “Wattle time

  1. Hi Melinda,
    I agree the wattle is just beautiful this year. It’s one of my favourite blooms because I love yellow but my grandmother always told me you shouldn’t bring it into the house. She was very superstitious but she’s scared me enough never to do it. 🙂
    Nattie

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    1. Hi Nattie! So nice to hear from you. 😊 I’ve never heard the story about not bringing wattle into the house- is it meant to bring bad luck? 🙊 Is love to hear more! I keep on seeing wattle blooming everywhere now- it’s like now I’ve seen it, I can’t unsee it! Hope you’re doing well. X

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  2. Hi Melinda, yes bringing wattle into the house is supposed to bring very bad luck. I must admit i have never tested the superstition. Here’s hoping it’s just an old wives tale hey? haha. I love spring, it’s such an amazing time of the year. New blooms everywhere.

    take care and keep you eye on that wattle

    🙂

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  3. So lovely! We’ve been watching Austrialian TV series set in New South Wales lately. Glad to have this personal glimpse into everyday life, flora, and fauna. The wattle is gorgeous!

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