Speaking of blossoms, Ann and I attended a cherry blossom event in Auburn on Tuesday. If the words Auburn and cherry blossoms sound a tad incongruous, you would be forgiven for saying so. I think that until fairly recently, the Japanese garden in Auburn has been a bit of a secret, though as for that, the cat is now out of the bag. Even on this weekday, crowds were flocking to see these delicately poised and sublimely short-lived flowers. The garden is laid out along the lines of a traditional Japanese garden, with the usual raked stone gardens, carefully-sited rocks, pools, pathways and trees. In the centre is a small lake, home to noisy geese, fringed by pruned and well-tended trees. Amongst all this wove the sightseeing and photo-seeking public. No flower remained unphotographed, so selfie untaken.

Exhibit A.