Daily exercises in tonal realism since February 2013; adorned with terrible puns since 2014.
Sunday, 18 January 2015
Eucalypt, Royal Park, Mlebourne
I'm embarrassed to admit that I don't know what kind of tree this is, but it can broadly be described as a eucalypt. Having set a general standard of mediocrity this evening, I'm going to resort to recounting an old joke (perhaps best forgotten) instead of attempting to come up with an original caption.
Q: What did the sheep say to the shearer?