Tag: trees

Secret love
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Secret love

My dad was a man of few words, except when he got together with a few mates and spun such yarns that Mum would roll her eyes behind his back. He worked hard as a labourer all his life and, despite having left school at thirteen to help on the family farm on the New...

The scent of a eucalypt
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The scent of a eucalypt

The next time you are near a eucalypt, I want you to do one thing. Breathe in. Deeply. You’ll be able to immediately notice it. That sharp, sweet scent of the eucalypt leaf. A mix of menthol and honey. Take some leaves in your hand, crinkle them. The scent will become more powerful, before it...

There was still life in the old, dead tree
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There was still life in the old, dead tree

The view from the back veranda of my parents’ house is typical of rural areas of north-east Victoria: open paddocks spreading for miles across the valley floor before reaching the forest-clad rolling hills. As a child, I spent many hours on the veranda looking out across the countryside. Beyond our small farm dam, just over...

You call that a tree? THIS is a tree!
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You call that a tree? THIS is a tree!

On a family holiday in New Zealand, we were driving to the beach when we passed a small, brown sign that read ‘BIG TREE’. My dad skidded to a halt, reversed back, and turned down the dirt road the sign had indicated. If there was anything that could draw the Kelly-family-holiday crowd, it was a...

Remember the wild fires
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Remember the wild fires

Every summer, we always seem to be caught off guard. For those of us in southern Australia, maybe those long preceding months of grey sky and rain soak in a deep sense of complacency that fades our memories, like a long-lost tan. But our senses can be easily stirred by the familiar smell of burning...