By chance this week’s WordPress photo challenge is “Nostalgic “which by happy coincident ties in with one of my gardening tasks. I pruned back our wild and woody coastal camphor trees (Tarchonanthus littoralis). The first picture shows a tip cutting full of cottony seed buds which have burst forth. It’s lingering scent sparked a memory of my paternal grandmother’s camphor wood linen kist, seen here above. She used it to store her needlework and embroidery yarns and other handwork paraphenalia, crochet hooks, knitting needles. It was passed onto me – a cherished possession. Like the genie in the bottle, opening the lid releases a rich nostalgia, the carefree memories of childhood, and of a grandmother who passed on her passion and love of handcrafts.
Two hundred and fifty bespoke boxes for birds and bugs form a sculptural installation called “The Spontaneous City in the Tree of Heaven”. How’s that for communal living? It’s a part of the London Secret Garden Project and is a reference to utopian imagery – a show home for birds and bugs in a wooded environment, designed by London Fieldworks. We came across it by chance walking through Cremorne Gardens, which in an area of mixed housing where quaint Georgian town houses stand alongside the gritty 60’s World End housing estate. The sculpture fits that eclectic mix, and one hopes the birds and bugs did fly in spontaneously and take up residence in the Tree of Heaven.
This is my second take of the Weekly Photo Challenge. Pop over to the WordPress site for other examples of photography along the subject of “Home”.
It was quite a scramble to the top of the ravine. A network of tree roots and loose scree kept us on our toes as we wended our way through the cool of the forest. A fine cascade of water whispered down the rock face, moistening the glistening moss. To the left and fairly high up we spotted the red disas, wild orchids which have a short flowering season. We felt lucky, usually they flower in February and already they are in bloom. The cool of the Afromontane was a treat for a summer’s morning with the temperature rising and the wind picking up, to be embowered by the shade and the towering trees. Indigenous trees, gnarled and twisted; some adapted to lateral growth before turning upwards to reach the light.