Category Archives: Summer

Summer I’ve associated with fire. Bushfire season. We do get most of our rain in summer, but our lands are notoriously dry, and bushfire is a real part of summer. Fire ban days, and endless dry are common. Drought is more a part of summer in reality, than rain is. The traditional suit most associated here is Swords – sticks. The trees that burn.

Three of Summer

The heartbroken tree, Blatherarm camping area, Torrington State Conservation Area, NSW. This tree wears her heart on her face, showing you plainly that it’s broken. Scarred. Torn and burned. Stabbed, by the new growth that’s trying to succeed despite the damage to the tree. Much of this new growth will die off. Some may survive, but that takes a rare shoot. Nature is a harsh mother, and this tree is like a saddened child. A child told to shut up and get on with it. You have new shoots. Use them!…

Five of Summer

A birdsnest fern in my garden. Five new fronds. Each of them unfurling, with a common aim. To get to the light. This is nature. Survival of the fittest and all that. This is a battle. It’s war. Even though the whole plant may benefit from the light absorbed by each frond, and by the water it catches, and the debris it holds, the fronds that reach the sun will be strong and hardy, while those that are left behind might become damaged, torn and crushed in the struggle. They may all be on the same team, but only one of them can be the star. It’s time to beat your teammates about the head to ensure that only you…

Six of Summer

Empty cidada skins, Girraween National Park. Cicada eggs are laid in slits in tree bark. After many weeks they hatch into nymphs, which then fall to the ground, and burrow through the leaf litter into the ground, where they remain, at depths of between 10 and 40 centimetres, for many years, feeding on sap sucked from tree roots. When the nymph finally reaches adult size, it claws it’s way back to the surface, and climbs the tree, where it sheds it’s skin for the last time. During a life time of two to four weeks they mate, lay eggs, and begin the cycle all over again. A journey that must be made. Be it travel, or a life journey –…

King of Summer

The Ent. A stately old king of the trees, in the bush, watching over all he sees. He’s solid, stern, and immovable. But you can climb all over him and have fun. He’s your favourite Uncle, the one who always makes you feel like you’re the most important kid on the block. He’ll withstand fire, and drought, but he can be ravaged by termites, or a lightning strike, or bushfire. Yet not even bushfire can destroy him. He’ll come back. Time and time again. Because you need him to. And he loves to be needed.…