“There is a flower, a little flower,
With silver crest and golden eye,
That welcomes every changing hour,
And weathers every sky.
It smiles upon the lap of May,
To sultry August spreads its charms,
Lights pale October on his way,
And twines December’s arms.”
Rebecca Hey
We would like to acknowledge the traditional custodians of this land and pay respect to Elders past and present.