I took a walk through the bush 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 in the bush.
Every month brings a new, different kind of joy.
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How I envy you your spring walks amidst all those beautiful flowers!
I am blessed, I know.