grand old dame

October 5, 2011

trees

This grand old girl is short on time.

Everyone is sad about it. She is a haven for many beautiful parrots raising their young in the Spring. Not to mention the possums.

A hive of activity and sound.

Just like the childcare centre and car park that the council planted next to her. 

A whole suburb has grown up around her.

And there was the added pressure of a long drought. She is dropping limbs, a sign that she is not coping.

The council will soon cut her down. Soon she will become mulch for someone’s garden.

As I look at her I wonder how old she is. Was she here prior to British occupation? Was she just one of many thousands of trees on these plains? Or did someone plant her?

These photos don’t do her justice. She is certainly very impressive. I used to stand underneath her and breathe in her energy. Her presence will be missed.

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