Some days, I like to head out into the paddock up at the farm to check out the creeks and the old trees that dot around the place. It's such a peaceful interlude - just me, Isobel the Spoodle and nature. Next door to our farm is the old blueberry farm - and as I walk I get to peek at the blueberry trees that are hidden under the gigantic nets that protect them from the flying wildlife that soars above... There are so many trees in our paddocks, however it's the old figs that really speak to me... They tell the stories of the land, of the comings and goings, of what came before... And they whisper the future as they sway in the breeze - their upstanding root system ensuring that they last the distance amongst the often wild and woolly elements of nature that we experience up here in the Hinterland... Do you have a tree that speaks the truth to you? One that guides you as you head along your journey? Well, if you don't then you can share mine... This old fig is graceful, a stalwart in the paddock, but with branches that are low enough for us to climb on board enabling us to share the stories of the wind... Listen closely... Can you hear them now?
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What a timely post. My town, Newcastle NSW, is embroiled in an ugly fight with the council to save some beautiful fig trees like yours from being cut down. Let's hope our trees get to stay. x
Beautiful. Mine is the coastal Banksia but I love the fig and an aunt has a property at Ewingsdale with a magnificent fig so I know first-hand how magical they are :)
On our farm at Tregeagle (it actually looks a lot like yours) where I grew up we had this amazing teak tree... My dad would ponder its beauty and tell us how there were so many more of these years before... When he passed away that teak tree now has a sweet little cooper plate in remembrance of my dad...and the land that he loved and his favourite place to ponder life, love and family...Love to you c xo
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