I walked down through Victoria Park to see the annual begonia display in the Botanical Gardens by Lake Wendouree.
The luxury of the cool green grass in the gardens, when all the city is parched this late end of summer, was wonderful.
The conservatory was already full of people who love begonias.
I participated too, in the happiness of masses of wildly fluorescent, frilly and fleshy-petalled begonias.
Once begonia flowers were modest, tough little rainforest plants like these.
Now here they are, in their humid glasshouse, safe from the dry, alien summer of Ballarat. A triumph of a hundred years of gardening art.