A warm, lethargic Sunday afternoon in the Mount Coot-tha Botanic Gardens, my trusty sketchbook and Uniball, and a flash new watercolour set to test out.
Money-obsessed small children pleaded with their mothers to be allowed to dive into ponds to collect glistening coins, reasoning that ‘wishes never come true, Mum, I make wishes all the time and they never come true’–let’s just grab the money. They were momentarily distracted by the tiny green tree frog on the branch of Lady Moxam.
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