As the sun goes down, the tops of the trees glow gold and orange.
Eucalyptus and oak, acacia with thick grooves running through its bark.
New leaves look powdery and soft to touch. The rainbow lorikeets kamikaze through the verdant clumps without breaking speed, navigating the bare branches and launching themselves on old crusts.
In one week the smooth winter boughs have been covered by green. Spring is irreversible, bulbs springing up in the plant beds and overtaking naked earth.