tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5849756.post6676188152922513850..comments2024-01-27T11:28:58.182+11:00Comments on Dreaming all the time: white flags and the moonOliviahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11004330801357642994noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5849756.post-28640064506733536182009-03-23T02:01:00.000+11:002009-03-23T02:01:00.000+11:00Love that photo of the white flags and the moon! ...Love that photo of the white flags and the moon! And not just becuas ethe sky's blue and there's that weird thing on the trees... what's it called again? Green... lots of it... oh! Leaves, is it? It's been so long I'd forgotten. ;)Lene Andersenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11223128667829847717noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5849756.post-6499836871410938572009-03-12T03:21:00.000+11:002009-03-12T03:21:00.000+11:00Since I am looking at cloudy, rainy skies today, Y...Since I am looking at cloudy, rainy skies today, YES I love the blue sky. The flags are endlessly fascinating to me. Thank you Olivia!Donna Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07877384848664758611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5849756.post-787716331284150522009-03-11T12:50:00.000+11:002009-03-11T12:50:00.000+11:00I come from Adelaide (now in Canberra) and we used...I come from Adelaide (now in Canberra) and we used to play endlessly in the roots of those enormous moreton bay figs. we would pretend the gaps between the roots were rooms of a house and would sweep them with branches with leaves on them. Your mention of these trees brought the memories rushing back...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com