At least it feels like it's been a while.
I'm pretty sure I'm just now emerging from some blurry place between conciousness, smothering doona covers and slices of dry toast.
I have to say I'm pretty sure since I haven't been sure of much these past few days.
Stomach bug.
Barf. (sorry, I shouldn't have said that)
Wonderful Word of the Week No. something or other.
Wamble {v} \ˈwäm-bəl\ To feel nausea
Oh, and there's more. To churn (of stomach); To twist and turn; to wriggle; to roll over; To wobble, to totter, to waver. Ok, enough [barf]
This is a pretty weird word. I'm pretty sure it is a real one. It's going in my vocabulary either way. I just can't be bothered researching it properly right now. Too much wambling going on.
Instead, here are some photos of my favourite maverick tree.
[Bonus WWW] --> Maverick {adj} Unorthadox, irregular, independent.
This is a tree which knows it's own mind.
I've been told it is a dwarf weeping apricot tree.
In ten years I haven't seen a single apricot.
It drops it's leaves in summer and blossoms in winter.
I thought spring and autumn were action time for trees. Maverick tree thinks otherwise.
PS. I've totally ruined my layout posting this. But I just could NOT handle pathetic little blurred photos any more.
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