October 19, 2015 § 2 Comments
I took a walk through the scrub again in late September.
Skinks rustled through the undergrowth.
Whistlers burbled; shrike thrushes sang; blue fairy-wrens and fantails darted about.
And there were wild flowers everywhere, including common fringe-myrtles;
Every month brings a new season to the scrub.
Every month brings a new, different kind of joy.