OCTOBER 



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has taken the place of 

 the hardenbergia, now 

 departed, and I had to 

 add it to the yellow 

 bunch. 



Fortunately for my 

 poor hands, I did 

 not come across any 

 waratahs or rock-lilies, 

 though they are out in 

 all their glory at 

 present. But it is quite 

 impossible to pass 

 empty-handed through 

 the bush these days, 

 for spring has been 

 painting the world with 

 a lavish brush since 

 early August, and Sep- 

 tember and October 

 are most gorgeous of all months for flower treasures. 



September has been a busy time for the birds, too. A fort- 

 night ago I found the tiniest nest I have ever seen. I was 

 watching a lovely little red-headed honey-eater that beautiful 

 scarlet and black bird, familiarly known as the bloodbird 

 feeding busily in the top off a small turpentine tree, and ceasing 



GOMPHOLOBIUM 



