Just to think that it was only three weeks ago when I was walking my mountain bike up a steep hill on my way back to Charis’s house (where I was house-sitting in Brisbane) and I came across these pretty lantanas! I remember it being so hot and I had to stop every so often to have a drink of water and regain my energy for the climb, ever upwards. You don’t notice how steep hills are until you have to walk them – do you? But if I hadn’t had to stop I wouldn’t have taken photographs of the lantanas at the roadside… And now that they are painted my sister Mary, too, will enjoy one of the memories of our childhood in the bush.