Lately, I have been walking in the mornings in a desperate effort to become a little healthier. I was using the treadmill but it is difficult to sustain the activity for the length of time required to make a significant difference. So, outside I go.
A little rain and magic happens. I saw these pretty native gingers one morning this week. When the sun is very bright, they are sparkly pink. When the weather is overcast, the colour becomes more purplish.
I know these have been planted by the local council, but I have seen the same plant growing wild in Litchfield National Park.