Wattle fresh, wattle fleeting . It's funny how a flower can spring forth (spring, ha!) with barely a warning. One day I walked out my front door and my tiny garden of evergreens was drenched in golden flowers. Front garden fronds of gold, 2015 Officially we hit Spring today! We have the spring rains to come, Father's Day, a significant family birthday (13 year old boy) and footy finals, though our teams have released us from duty this year. Sigh. These are the markers of this month in Melbourne. But today, it was the wattle which sent my reflections back to last Father's Day, when I took Dad a bunch of wattle from the garden, knowing how he loved the fragile flower. Drooping around the lillies, the wattle added whimsy to a somewhat sombre occasion. Wattle at mum and dad's, 2014 The Father's Day was a point of gathering, our first whole family gathering for years, with the traditional roast being served. Dad had passed the baton to the k