On my new place, in typical farm fashion, trees have mostly only been left around the edges, but in the middle of the bare creekflat there are three big trees.
The kookaburras like them as good vantage points from which to spot their lunch. I like them because I can watch them from my verandah — and hence all the drama that attends bird life, such as Willy Wagtails divebombing Kookas to stop them coming any closer to their nest.
But also because I just like trees.
Now the two large and arching Melaleucas (stypheloides, I think) are a mass of blossoms: tiny white bottle brushes held in place with little green stars.
Bees like them too.
I hope this means they will set many seeds to raise many more Melaleucas to plant. Imagine a creekflat of these beauties!
2 thoughts on “Melaleuca magic”
Hi Susan Deborah,
What a beautiful way to think of trees! Thank you.
I like trees too. They seem like an ever present observers of chronicles unfolding. And yours look lovely!
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