It’s spring! In the bush, dead spars of tree trunks have sprouted flamboyant purple head-dresses as Hardenbergia stems have reached the top and found the light.
In the garden the winter bulbs aren’t even finished, the spring ones haven’t started; there are many clumps of green strappy leaves gathering food for the bulbs for next year—so I can’t mow these areas yet.
But I won’t be weeding by hand after spotting amongst several of them the tail end of my apparently resident red-bellied black snake.
It’s now a case of where haven’t I seen it yet.