This is Part 3 of the story about our Wildflower Spirit Journey at the end of 2016 through NSW, Victoria, Tasmania, South Australia and the Northern Territory. In Part 1, we began in Sydney, driving up through the Blue Mountains, and then down the coast to Eden and Merimbula. Part 2 took us into and through Victoria, from the beaches of Mallacoota to the alpine flowers on Mount Hotham, then down out of the mountains and back to family. Here begins the Tasmanian leg of our trek…
Our first night in Tassie was spent in Kingstown, with a good friend and her two boys, looking over the water from her gorgeous mountain-side view. The next day we drove into the south. As our friend had warned us, some of the tourism treks were run by Tasmanian Forestry, and you didn’t have to dig deep to find the cleared land hidden behind thin strips of rainforest designed to enchant some dollars away from the tourists.
I know we need paper and wood, I just feel a bit more comfortable when it’s recycled or from plantation forest, rather than old-growth forest. My love affair with trees stretches back into my early childhood when I lived in an isolated rainforest in Tassie. There were no other children to play with, and aside from an invisible dog, my best friends were the trees. In spite of this childhood connection, Tasmania was the place I felt most resistant about when my husband first began talking about living somewhere else. Continue reading →
This is Part 2 of a 5-week wildflower spirit journey my husband and I went on in December 2016. Part 1 tells the story of our journey through NSW, from Sydney through the Blue Mountains, and then down the coast to Eden and Merimbula. Part 2 continues the journey, taking us into and through Victoria, from the beaches of Mallacoota to the alpine flowers on Mount Hotham, then down out of the mountains and back to family. Continue reading →
Given the connection I made with Utju, I’m embarrassed to say this was the one community where we got into trouble for going into the wrong area while looking for flowers. The two young men who told us we were heading into sacred men’s territory were very patient and polite. We quickly turned around and headed back out on to the main road. Seeing a variation in leaf colour amongst the trees, I wondered if it might be a mistletoe, so we pulled over and I went to investigate.
I had to scramble through a narrow, dry streambed with steep banks and weave my way through a maze of spiky spinifex to reach the nearest tree. Unfortunately the mistletoe wasn’t in flower, but as I stepped back from the tree, I looked down and discovered a magnificent daisy bush at my feet. Daisy bush belongs to the Olearia genus. In her book, Grandma says: “Olearia are perennials, and are only found in Australia, Papua New Guinea and New Zealand.” Continue reading →