Glenoran

I recently visited a place I once lived, not my home town though it was my dad's home town and still was to many of his kin. While there I was reminded of a place…

Glenoran, a forestry settlement consisting of six wooden homes as small workshop, space to park fire trucks and utes.

A very quiet place surrounded by bush full of flora and fauna of all kinds, a place where we could run around without fear of being run over or being nabbed by a nutter in a white van.

Living in this little settlement gave me my love of spring, walking out the back door into the crisp air full of the intense fragrance of Boronia, a scent you always noticed before you saw the plant. A scent so heady I still have to linger every time I come across it.  Complementing the almost burgundy and gold Boronia was the pink and white Crowea just as Boronia heightened my sense of smell the Crowea tantalised my eyes. The incredible tiny petals surrounded by small vibrant green leaves.    White to the darkest mauve, the color rises from the base of the petal. My particular favourite is the white pink; the color changes so subtly sometimes it is hard to spot. Each stem is a column of flowers protected by leaves.

Unlike the Boronia the Crowea is underestimated and not as popular. However, to me, they are both a feast for the senses.

Had Glenoran, not been where my Dad worked I may never have had such an appreciation of two of our most beautiful wild flowers or in fact, of spring and all that it gives us.