There is a eucalyptus forest I love. The trail I follow goes up, up, always up— exhausting me, but also challenging me… and always wiping me out when I finally reach the top.
Following heavy rains, this path had turned to mud. I skipped it in favor of drier ones.
When I returned, the sudden appearance of tall, slender, curved stalks welcomed me. At first I did not recognize them. (I’d never seen them this tall!) Each supported a profusion of perfectly shaped, silver-haired flower buds. The afternoon sun shimmered off the frosty surfaces, making them look almost ethereal.
Round burgundy flower tips peaked out from beneath their pale green sepals. The whole sight composed a kind of dreamy perfection— something too beautiful to be of this world.
There is a eucalyptus forest I love. The trail I follow goes up, up, always up— exhausting me, but also challenging me… and always wiping me out when I finally reach the top.
Following heavy rains, this path had turned to mud. I skipped it in favor of drier ones.
When I returned, the sudden appearance of tall, slender, curved stalks welcomed me. At first I did not recognize them. (I’d never seen them this tall!) Each supported a profusion of perfectly shaped, silver-haired flower buds. The afternoon sun shimmered off the frosty surfaces, making them look almost ethereal.
Round burgundy flower tips peaked out from beneath their pale green sepals. The whole sight composed a kind of dreamy perfection— something too beautiful to be of this world.
