The western plains of New South Wales are grasslands. Their vast
expanse flows for many hundreds of miles beyond the Lachlan
and Murrumbidgee rivers until the desert takes over and sweeps
inland to the dead heart of the continent. In a good season, if the
eyes are turned to the earth on those plains, they see a tapestry
of delicate life-- not the luxuriant design of a book of hours by any
means, but a tapestry nonetheless, designed by a spare modern
artist. What grows there hugs the earth firmly with its extended
system of roots above which plant life is delicate but determined.
After rain there is an explosion of growth.
(from "The Road from Coorain")