On his way

Grandson Z left yesterday to return to the Blue Mountains west of Sydney, with his parents and sister. He good-naturedly stood patiently while I took a few shots. He even smiled for the last one.

Later in the afternoon, I had a short and brisk walk at the end of which I saw a blue wisteria growing through native trees and ferns (see extra). We seem to have misplaced the few cuttings from the wisteria originally from our first home (which I call THE wisteria). No sign of them last time I looked, but it has done that a few times already and then come back .