Monday, August 20, 2012

Forest

Today, a morning performance at school assembly.  The middle Bowerbird was very clear, resolute in fact, that he wanted me to come and see his clapping stick action. Very sweet, he loves performing, so proud of his rhythm stick moves. The little Bowerbird got to have a go of them later on.

Whilst at the assembly one of the mum's mentioned that a nearby waterfall was looking very impressive after all the rain.  She's been recording the rainfall since she shifted here and confirmed it is the wettest winter she has seen.

Off on an impromptu adventure we went. Always the best sort of fun, even if it was misty, cold and grey. When we got out of the car you could hear the roar of water falling and Turritable Creek was filled with a torrent of water. 




  If those old rocks could tell me what they have seen. I think I can hear them whispering beneath the waterfalls roar.
The Creek is well cared for by a small but dedicated local friends group. These green covers, filled with new life, are always popping up.

After a grumpy morning with the Big Bowerbird, terse words and a rush out the door, it is good to be in the forest, it always makes me feel better.


I asked the little Bowerbird if she could look like a tree, she's always ready to rise to a challenge. Very still with her branches held wide, it takes a lot of concentration to be a tree.
  
We gazed up and admired the trees doing their straight and tall business, the little one chirped, can we go to a cafe mum? A nice warm cafe? Around 6 degrees outside when we left, it's great cafe weather.



On the journey back through the forest we stopped and looked. Leaves and branches have been knocked down by the rain. The buds of gum trees and wattles could be observed close up.

 Native raspberry , promising free summer fruits.
 Bidgee Widgee (isn't that the best name?) the early settlers made tea from this but it is more well known for leaving you with seedy socks.
 
 Maidenhair Ferns

 Mossy Rocks, being peeled of their green coats by heavy down pours.


 Vegetarian visitors.  Perhaps a wombat, they like to poo in prominent places.

 Cherry Ballart, dangling their graceful leaves, the berries will be red and sweet come summer and we will race the birds to eat them.
Wattle sap and looking at the glands at the base of the leaves to determine which wattle it is. You can read a good yarn about black wattle here.


 



The first new seeds of Kangaroo Grass arrive, these will ripen through the summer months and are a welcome sign of Spring.


We head to the mountain, which is shrouded in cloud, to find a nice warm cafe. Revived and bellies filled, I wonder if their is any snow at the top. We decide to go and have a look.
  
Double jumper action today.
 No snow, only a pea soup fog. Still beautiful and wonderfully eerie. I gave the little one the option of heading back home at this point, but she wanted to explore.
An uninviting place to stop and rest.

The little one spies flowers and is enchanted, it is too cold to stop and explain the Vietnam War and why the flowers are resting there. I'm not sure I could explain it well to her, even in finer weather. 
We only make it to the first lookout, it may not be snowing, but it feels like ice, and despite many layers we are not dressed for Arctic conditions.

A little home, that has been lurking in my hand bag for way too long, finally finds its home. Forest, a place of green, of life, a place I feel at home in. Somewhere to breathe, to explore, to get lost in.  A place of mysteries and discovery.
To see more about these beautiful origami homes of happiness visit Kellie here.
I wanted to place the home somewhere safe, but it didn't seem right to put it indoors, so it is braving the elements in a prominent place.  I hope someone finds it on their hunt for snow.



With red noses and glassy eyes, finally it is time for us to head home.
Do you have a favourite forest?

7 comments:

  1. So beautiful! The forest, your photos and your little concentrating tree :-)

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    1. thanks Kimbamel, I loved her tree too, was a great morning and nice start to the week.

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  2. What a beautiful spot to have so close to home. I have the beach, but alas no forest. I too wouldn't know what to say to a young child about the Vietnam War. We cut through a cemetery here to get to town to avoid busy streets when the kids are with me. We haven't wanted to broach with them what a cemetery is, although they have asked why there are balloons or baby toys by some of the "rocks" (tombstones). We simply tell them that they must have special meaning to the people that put them there and they seem content with that answer....for now.

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  3. Love that tree and fierce look of concentration. Not so sure about that cold and rain. Here in Lombok driest season for 10 years

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  4. Great post....I've found a huge love for being out among trees, funny as we live by the sea which I love, we've only discovered woodland walking since having a new dog in January, and I have to get my 'fix' of trees!

    I love to see the plants from other places different to my own, it never fails to impress me the different birds, plants, flowers they all look so exotic and sound exotic too Bidgee Widgee is a great name!

    Thank you for sharing, all so lovely!

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  5. This happy home release made my skin tingle. Beautiful words Kirsty. And those photographs...amazing! Look at all that green and those trees.

    Thankyou Kirsty. That sounds like the ideal way to spend a morning xx

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  6. Hi Kirsty..I missed this post but have had a lovely time here catching up. I have enjoyed all your bush knowledge about seeds and fruit and animals. I think the uninviting bench seat is probably a great spot in summer to sit.

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In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
Margaret Atwood

“She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbour:
"Winter is dead.”
― A.A. Milne, When We Were Very Young