A clump of Xanthorrhoea or grass trees that I adore. Every time we travel this road I am in awe of these amazing trees, the black trunks with bushy tops forming a band around the hill. I cannot believe I'm looking at something that is at least 300 years old. How I wish they could talk and tell me all they have experienced during the passing years. We passed them aglow in the setting sun just after rain. I don't think I've ever seen them looking so spectacular before.
