My forest does not have much understorey but in the damper dips and gullies there are always pockets of a small tree—scentless rosewood, Synoum glandulosum.
It has made its presence very evident lately because of its profusion of clusters of pinkish red fruit.
Unfortunately for me they are not as succulent and appetising as they look, being really only fleshy seed capsules.
They remind me of mini-pomegranates—but only visually.
These are now splitting open into three sections to reveal orange-red seeds, which birds seem to like.
A rainforest pioneer, it is one of the few I do not need to raise and plant as, with help from the birds, it has looked after its own future very satisfactorily.