Our urban Kookaburras start up in the morning here too, Jilly. it's always a pleasure to listen to them.

It's been a long time,  Ecar

It's funny how smells/perfumes work on the senses.  

I was just plodding around the garden thinking "Gawd the neighbour's washing line is a bit overpowering this morning with the laundry softener, it's quite sickly sweet".  

I rounded a corner and saw it, my ginger flower was in bloom with the sun "heating" the perfume glands.  Along with the sight of the flower, it smelt divine.

DEB

On my way to work I drive through a fairly leafy area of homes with well-established gardens. When all the flowers are in bloom their perfume in the air comes through the vents and scents the whole car.

My urban kookaburra.

He's a beauty icy.