This is our cherry tree, our single pride and joy in the garden. On Black Saturday, that terrible day, it was burned across the canopy by the sun’s rays; testament to the heat which triggered the catastrophic bushfires. As you can see underneath, our azaleas are almost dead, too. The azaleas that aren’t in the photo have definitely died.
Yet, the cherry tree hasn’t given up. It will go on. New shoots come through where the old will soon fall in the natural occasion, and castings, of autumn. I feel relieved. Solaced.
And thankful.
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Sometimes nature is stronger than we think.
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Exactly 1 month to the day of Black Saturday a Kinglake resident, a teacher, photographed new shoots on a burnt, black, dead-looking peppermint gum.
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The cherry tree looks better than my gardenias do. Black Saturday finished them off completely.
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That is so sad, but yet, at the same time, what a blessing that they will keep living. I’ve never seen a cherry tree before.
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