The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see Nature all ridicule and deformity, and some scarcely see Nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, Nature is Imagination itself.
- William Blake, 1799, The Letters
This beautiful little Black Wattle tree at the bottom of our smallholding (he stands proud, perfectly formed!) is earmarked for eradication, together with a couple of others that have sprung up again since the last clean-up. It's a constant and on-going battle against this alien, Australian species which spreads like wild fire if left unattended, threatening our indigenous trees and grasses. Although it still have a couple of leaves on one branch, I decided we'll leave the dead one as it's a favourite look-out point for the Fiscal Shrike.
Read more about the Black Wattle struggle HERE.