May in East Gippsland
It is Autumn and the cultural cringe demands we think of the colours of the season, for me it is the pale yellow of the first wattle in blossom. The Golden Wattle dusts the forest with spots of yellow in the green. At this time of year, the lyrebirds are busy digging up the mulch around the bedrooms and the Powerful owl can often be heard calling after dusk or in the early morning as she hunts for sugar gliders that unwittingly betray their presence with their “yip yip” sounds.
In the forest almost all the fruit has gone from the pittosporum but the lilly Pilly fruit is swelling. Satin Bower birds have mostly stripped the green leaves from the vegetable garden and the king parrots are cleaning up the last of the green tomatoes. Our newly built pizza oven is working well, with about half a barrow of 10cm diameter, dry blackwattle branches burns down to a solid bank of coals to bake a perfect pizza.