Woody narrow-leaved Mediterranean shrubs like rosemary are happy in drier and poorer soils, and grow well from cuttings.
Hence I have poked rosemary bushes into the least fertile places in my yard, such as the clay patches by the track.
And just look how they repay me! Pale blue blossoms absolutely festoon the branches in winter.
Bees love them. So, it seems, do the crimson rosellas, at least on this occasion.
I’m not sure what they would have been eating on the rosemary, but their richly-coloured plumage was such a contrast that they made the bushes appear snowy.
They have’t been back since, but then so many of the special sights here are only fleetingly fabulous.