I know that I’ve recently written about the struggles encountered when planting trees, but don’t get the impression that Windgrove is a barren landscape. Yes, there are former pasture areas that need replanting, but there are other areas that are pretty well full of trees. Walking around the property at any time of the year is a joyfull experience, during late August/early September it is an experience in yellow. And not just “yellow”. I’m talking about “pale yellow”, “green yellow”, “yellow yellow”, “white yellow”; you name it, it is here in abundance.
The above photographs give a hint of the blackwood tree with its masses of very soft, lightly delicate, almost deceptive yellow. I say “hint” because there are hundreds of these trees in blossom now and it is next to impossible to convey the full magic of their presence. To stand next to them or under them or within them is pure delight.
And in cahoots with the blackwood tree there is the coastal wattle. Both belong to the acacia family with distinctive prominent longitudinal veins on their leaves, but their blossoms are definitely different.
The eyes certainly have had a field day, but….
The sound.
Hundreds of little wings are busy propelling bee bodies from flower to flower.
And the fragrance.
Close your eyes and slowly fill your nostrils up with honey butter.
It is all a sensory extravaganza.
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