A Walk in the Wild

A few days ago we drove out to a back paddock as David had noticed a tree with an unusual mass of blossom.

It stood near a dry creek bed, Rocky Creek, an old tree with bunches of pink and white fuzzy flowers hanging down with fine drooping leaves. We brought some back and scanned the reference books.






It was a Yellow Box tree, Eucalyptus melliodora , meaning honey scented and we could smell the nectar in the air. There used to be large stands of these but now they are threatened. They are crucial to the long term survival of a number of birds like the superb parrot and the regent honey eater.

In the adjacent paddock, we noticed a mound with plants and flowers; they were wild iris, these ones with blue flowers. We had found a mound before and I had transplanted a lot to my garden, where they now flower well, having changed from white to purple. I have also gifted some plants to friends elsewhere and they are growing happily in Maldon.

These patches of plants must have been the site of huts many years ago when casual workers lived near the creek and springs, without electricity and helped out on the property maybe eliminating the plague of rabbits. We have some paddocks named after these families: Haywards, Keys and Doolans.

This spring, we have noticed swarms of bees in the paddocks and these Yellow Box and later flowering White Box, will provide a great source of food as well as being a patch of beauty in the wild.