Showing posts with label banksia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label banksia. Show all posts

Thursday, December 24, 2009

What colour is your Christmas?


The Christmas season is a riot of light in the northern hemisphere, cheering the long dark nights and acting as a reminder that the sun is beginning its return south. White snow, red berries and the green of the conifers are the colours of winter, associated with Christmas since creamy white beeswax candles glowed red in a German fir tree.

Today instead of the gentle glow of hazardous candles, lights strobe and flash in strings, lanterns and ropes in computer generated awkward and irritating sequences. Tree and time consuming handwritten cards have been replaced by flashing electronic ones sent and received by email and holographic papers flash from under every artificial tree. The colours of Christmas now include hot pink, lime green and purple, mostly created in plastic.



Driving through the Capes region in the past week, I realised that the colours of Christmas in Australia are green and gold. During the long days of brilliant sunshine, in the paddocks the West Australian Christmas tree, nuytsia floribunda, is astounding in its brilliant yellow blooms and if you are lucky, on the road verges you will find the straggly St John's Wort with its lemon yellow stars that magically colour everything red together with wild mullein and evening primrose. On the sandy ridges there are lime green kangaroo paws and banksias with their slender yellow candles.

Whatever the colour of your Christmas, may it be joyous and loving.

Travel safely, eat well, drink wisely, have fun and let someone else do the dishes.

nirala

Friday, September 4, 2009

Winter Break

We have just returned from a quick trip north, hoping to escape the winter weather. Although it was slightly warmer, the rain persisted for all but a few days. The rain that we were heartilty sick of had provoked a spectacular display of exquisite wildflowers. In every colour imaginable, in size and forms that ranged from the tiniest ground covers to orchids, banksias and the ancient zamia palms, often hidden in the most unlikely places. I am always amazed by the way the cliffs and sandplains miraculously bloom for these short weeks. It was well worth dashing out of the car inbetween the showers to take a few pictures to share.


Nirala