Karen Attard is an Australian writer of fantasy and short fiction.
Attard's first work to be published was in 1975 with a poem published by Meuse Press, entitled Like an Omen. In 1995 she published a poetry collection published by Five Islands Press entitled Whisper Dark and a short story, Harvest Bay which was featured in the Eidolon magazine.Harvest Bay won the 1995 Aurealis Award for best fantasy short story. In 1997 she released two more short stories which were both featured in the Eidolon magazine.
Attard (Maltese: Ħ'Attard) is a town in the Central Region of Malta. Together with Balzan and Lija it forms part of "the Three Villages" and has been inhabited since the Classical Period. It has a population of 10,650 as of March 2014. Attard's traditional Latin motto is Florigera rosis halo ("I perfume the air with my blossoms") due to its many flower gardens and citrus orchards. Attard is abundant with public gardens, including ornamental trees and flowers, maintained by the Local Council. The inhabitants of Attard are known as saraċini.
The name of 'Attard' is thought to have been derived from a surname assumed to belong to the first person who lived there. It is unclear what the word 'Attard' means. Some say it means blossoms as the word 'Attar' means fresh oil of the flowers or from the Arabic 'Atr' meaning perfume.
As a municipality with its own local government structure since 1994, Attard covers a surface area of about seven square kilometers. Its population, including the modern estate of Misraħ Kola and surrounding environs, is around 10,000. It comprises to its North, facing the city of Mdina, the flat expanse called Ta' Qali. Beneath it the area known as Tal-Idward joins with Misraħ Kola, across from Wied San Martin (St Martin's Valley), Wied Inċita (Valley of Instigation) and Wied Irmiedi (Valley of Ashes), on the Żebbuġ side.
Attard is a surname. Notable people with the surname include:
Care oh, what a beautiful word
For those who had somebody to care
Where they go, what they do, what they say
And if they are happy or blue
Care, wish I could recall how it was
When somebody cared long ago
'Cause the difference is driving me out of my mind
And the difference I'd sooner not know
Life in two dollar rooms and cheap hotels
They mean less and less every day
So if I don't see tomorrow
Well, who's gonna care anyway
Oh care, wish I could recall
How it was and the way our love used to be
But the difference is that I'll always care
And now you don't care about me
Oh care, oh, what a beautiful word
For those who have somebody to just care
Where they go, what they do, what they say