CHANGEABLE WEATHER 



rippling green to blue and grey ; a shifting, moving 

 scene, changing even while we watch, always beauti- 

 ful, never the same. 



' I wonder/ said the townsman to the lover of the 

 country, ' that you do not tire of this view, you always 

 have it.' ' Tire/ said the other, ' I never tire of it, 

 because it never looks the same twice.' 



The Australian bush in many parts has very much 

 the same appearance all the year round, the seasons 

 have little effect. It is monotonous and lacks those 

 changes w r hich create for us a daily, nay hourly, 

 delight of colour and effect, in sky and land. 



When the bleak dark sunless days of winter are 

 with us, it is difficult to imagine the sunlit flower-land 

 of leafy June, the change in Nature's face is so rapid 

 and so stupendous, yet we should soon fail to 

 appreciate an endless June. In all those days of 

 longest light, from the saffron-flushed dawn to the 

 emerald and sapphire night that knows no darkness, 

 there is no real sameness, no two days are alike in 

 sun and shade ; we look upon Nature's ever changing 

 beauty. The very storms that would seem to scar 

 and rend her face are but the flux w r ith which she 



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