The mornings are cold and crisp. Though technically this is the middle of winter, new life is already revving upward.
Occasional blue skies ( 16 - 18 degrees Celsius in Melbourne today ) lift the eyes and pump the sap more keenly.
These Eucalypts in my garden already have new growth. You don't want to waste an opportunity, eh?
A lack of uniformity makes each an individual.
The canopy reaches higher and higher...
...here some she-oaks ( Allocasuarina species ) in the front garden twist themselves to the light, as if waving to it.
Here's what they look like in a group - shaggy and sketchy. There's a wonderful hush under them when the wind blows.
Back to a couple of Eucalypts, above, at the front of the house. When limbs are severed, many are able to form scar tissue...
...nothing can stop the movement onward and upward.
old trees are so wonderful to look at, to touch, to wonder how much they've witnessed. Lovely photos, against the so-blue sky.
ReplyDeletePS I'm sure I'm not a robot, but here goes ...
Robot, Catmint? You're the last person who'd be one! Yes, time is ingrained in trees, a source of contemplation.
DeleteBeautiful, Faisal. And I think I probably am a robot. Should I not comment? D
ReplyDeleteThankyou, Dave. If you can comment, you're not a robot...
DeleteFaisal, One of my favorite things to do is just stare up into the branches of trees. They have so many stories to tell silently standing for so many years...or so I like to imagine. Enjoy winter's sunshine. Bonnie
ReplyDeleteBonnie, mine too, and when I was young, to climb up and sit in them.
DeleteWhat strikes me now is how each tree supports a community or network of life.
oh, this all looks so familiar!
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