A Sense of Place

There is something reassuring in the scent of the Australian bush, washing away the tension of 'life', the familiar scent an embrace, as if to say 'welcome home'. The delicate, fresh aroma of eucalypts dances lightly on the breeze, while the heavier, sweet earthiness of the banksia glides alongside the stronger currents in the air around me. Elegant as the flower at it's source, the citrusy-lemon scent of the wax flowers hangs in the air, gracefully moving through the forest as she rustles past the foliage of the taller trees around her.
As I move through the beautiful Australian bush, my eyes delight in the sight of the blossoms which my nose had first taken pleasure in. The bright, bold colours of the banksias in bloom captivate my attention as they stand proudly at the top of the forest. The soft blue-green of the eucalypt leaves, hemmed elegantly in pink, spill out over the path before me, so many precious gems glinting in the sunlight. And the tiny wax flower, hanging as so many perfect little pearls along the branches of their simple bush, decorating the forest in their thousands.
As I take in the scent of the Australian bush around me, enjoying the brilliant colours and delicate foliage, relishing the warmth of the sun on my skin, my heart is filled with joy. So much beauty - in the sights, the smells, the feel of my home. I am overcome with a sense of wonder - that the Master Artist has designed each petal, each fragrance, the interactions of one and another as they play together in this perfect ecosystem. I am thankful to my God for the land He has given me - and I praise Him for His perfect design, the beauty around me that cannot help to bring joy to my soul.