Lib was helping me pick bunches of forget me not flowers in Gembrook Bushland Park the other day as she is on holidays.There was a crimson rosella chatting away and feeding happily on the flowers of a pittosporum bicolor as I worked underneath. Then the unmistakable splat on my head came and Lib said "What's up," in answer to my muffled expletive.
"A rosella dropped a big one on my head."
"Oh," Lib replied, That means good luck."
A little while later I heard a cry of anguish from Lib, and an expletive."What happened," I courteously inquired.
"I walked into a branch while bending over picking, it went straight into the sore on my head."
"That means good luck," I said.
I thought of this today while I was picking there, on my own this time as Lib has gone to Lakes for a few days. On the way back I called at the PO to collect our mail and there was a lovely card from a friend in Melbourne for whom Gord and I did a gardening favour a few weeks ago. As well as some kind words of gratitude there was a couple of Tattslotto tickets for next Saturday's superdraw so I hope there is some good luck in the wind.
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