High up in a tall ironbark tree. Come spring, it will burst into bloom with long tendrils of delicate little golden leopard coloured flowers. A sight I've enjoyed in this clump of trees ever since I was a child and had to ride to the gate and wait with it open for my aunt who was also my school teacher. We both rode to school on horses. How times have changed but it is comforting to know some things like this orchid remain the same.
