The small clump of gumnuts at the top of the gumnut tree in my backyard have all popped their tops. For the bees this is a treat. And for me too. Being out in the garden— observing, listening, admiring, slowing down—is magical. And what a relief after days of fine edits on my latest manuscript.
Sometimes nature is such a surprise. The relentless summer sun has now passed. But evidence of its presence is all around. Many of the leaves on my gumnut tree in the back garden, particularly those facing west, (on the left of screen), now look rusty and dry. How they remain attached to the tree I cannot be sure. I begin to wonder if my treasured tree will survive. And then today, peering from the back patio, I spot a pinkish red shape right at the top. (Can you spot it?) A clump of growing gumnut umbels. My tree is not dying. It’s shedding the old to make way for the new. How often life is like that.
I was lamenting the summer sun. Not the joy it brings me; but how it’s burnt so many of my trees this year. Brown, dried and crinkled leaves now appear at the top of most of the trees in my garden. What, I wondered, can I find in the garden to inspire me? And then I looked up. Way up. Right at the top of the young gumnut tree in my front garden, the last gift my mother gave me before she died. And I found four tiny, little gumnut umbels. Can you spot them? That tree, which in the two and half years since being planted in my garden has only ever produced three tiny gumnuts, is set to flower again. (One of its precious flowers is pictured in the header of this blog site.) And now there will be four more. Four. I can barely contain my excitement.