Apart from a rare slime mould visit, other denizens of my yard are taking full advantage of the almost daily shower and the warm days.
The feral Cadaghi tree (Corymbia torreliana), an escapee from Queensland’s Atherton Tableland, has shed thousands of small seed pods. On my deck they act like lethal ball bearings underfoot.
Each contains hundreds of minute seeds, smaller than grains of sand. These blow through my fly screens and onto my desk, where they are mere nuisance and a threat to my keyboard.
But outside, on the ground, with the constant moisture, they germinate. En masse.
These join the silky oak seedlings on my list of perpetual pull-outs. I can imagine the speed at which the yard would become a forest of these two trees were I not here.
It was a very large and inappropriately self-sown silky oak that loomed over my deck and had to be cut off to a stump when I first came.
Now its large feet/roots are home to several varieties of bright fungi.
The vegie garden and the grass are hosting less flamboyant members of the always fascinating fungi family. Every day I walk around to see what new wonders have popped up.
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May it last, Louise!
Thank you Sharyn. I loved reading this. I’m loving the quietness and reconnections to nature this virus is bringing humanity. Sad for those suffering or who have lost loved ones…yet thankful that nature has slapped us down and made the world “stop” and take stock. Small things bring such great pleasure and wonder. ??
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