I love Brisbane winters

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This is my neighbour's pecan tree. Every winter it's leaves turn, and gradually layer the grass with yellow and brown textures. In the late sping the cockatoos come after the exotic treats it bears. An old branch suspends a swing with fond memories of childhood for three girls too old for swinging, their hair glinting in the sunlight the same colour as the pecan's falling foliage.