I suppose,’ thought Harriet, ‘she had one of those small, summery brains, that flower early and run to seed.’
Dorothy L Sayers, Gaudy Night
FOTO – ARMIDALE GARDEN 2006
Koel near window,
wakes me up calling his friends;
welcome, dawn herald.
FOTO – BILAMBIL DAWN 2005
There are no medium-sized trees in the deep forest. There are only
the towering ones, whose canopy spreads across the sky. Below, in
the gloom, there’s light for nothing but mosses and ferns. But when
a giant falls, leaving a little space … then there’s a race — between
the trees on either side, who want to spread out, and the seedlings
below, who race to grow up. Sometimes, you can make
your own space.
Terry Pratchett, Small Gods
FOTO – FERNS MAD O’BRIAN
foto -BILAMBIL FERN 2009 MAD O’BRIAN
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