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Whenever the yen for discovery returns, it is time to pack a picnic lunch and be off for the day. Not for us—the freeways with their endless lines of speeding traffic and sterile scenery. Instead we head for the back roads and byways, where many surprises are found.

Our own slice of heaven lies in the small semi-rural village of Samford. Situated in Queensland’s beautiful Samford Valley, its surrounding lush green meadows, rolling hills, two state forests and the majestic North Pine River, are offset by a counterpoint of four mountains, part of the D’Aguilar Range. High in the hills of remote Upper Wight’s Mountain Road rests an early treasure, Queensland’s last remaining Aboriginal bora ring. Thankfully this has been gazetted as a reserve, and the Queensland University’s Anthropology Section has accepted nomination as its trustee. The ring is maintained by the local Rotary Club.

Prior to European settlement, the Samford Valley and Pine Rivers area was home to a number of Aboriginal clans. These all belonged to the Turrbul, Kabi and Wakka language groups. The basic unit of Aboriginal society was a self governing clan of about 70 persons.  All were responsible for their own homeland. Their ties to the land were unique as they believed that each one belonged to their land—not the land to them. A tribe included several clans, all sharing a distinctive ceremonial and a common dialect.

The Samford Bora Grounds comprise a large man made ring 26m in diameter, enclosed by a raised earthen mound. From this central ring a sunken path, 700m long and known as the Sacred Way, is linked to a second smaller ring. The rings were dug out by hand with sharp sticks and stone tomahawks and the earth was carried on sheets of bark to the outer mound. Women took part in the ceremonies at the large ring but were forbidden to walk beyond it. If this law was disobeyed, the woman’s penalty was death.

In the ceremonial bora rings, neighbouring tribes gathered regularly to celebrate and perform important tribal rituals. At the Samford Bora Ground the boys, age 12 to 15 were transformed into young men—Kippas. Their noses were pierced with a small sharp spear and then plugged. The boys received tribal body paint markings and were given new names. This ceremony lasted for several weeks and marked their official graduation into manhood.

The Samford Bora Grounds were last used by the Aboriginal clans in the 1870s when the Wight family, living on the next ridge, heard their corroborees. Occasionally we still visit the large central ring as this is the only section now being cared for. Here a deep quiet always lingers, and I experience an eerie feeling when I stop to reflect here. Thankfully this archaeological site still exists to remind and surprise us of our rich, Aboriginal cultural heritage.

 

 

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Volcanic rocks, 2 After days of cold and wind, late winter has taken its toll on the landscape. It looks tired and less vibrant. Now the rocks and stones seem more prominent. And as everything continues to change and evolve, so do the large rocks we see everywhere. Rocks are born in volcanic fire and slowly break down into boulders over long spans of time. Their uses are many: strengthening foundations, building walls, fences and pathways. Rocks, detail Mighty forces of nature: wind, fire, water, and erosion, crush boulders into smaller pebbles. These are abundant everywhere, around and within waterways, scattered through forest floors and open grassland. River stones Eventually time pulverises the pebbles wearing them down into sand. But before sand can decompose into soil, it fills vast areas of land while bordering streams, rivers and oceans. Sand dunes In the story of rocks we see nature in the raw, charting her course over eons of time, but developing so slowly that none of us will ever witness these changes in a single lifetime.

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Stuart Pea portrait

From my first glimpse of the Sturt Desert Pea, I was nearly blown away. So dramatic and strangely beautiful is its appearance, one could believe this flower found its way here from another alien world. Its common name honours Charles Sturt, who first recorded seeing large quantities of the flowers while exploring central Australia in 1844. The Desert Pea, (Swainsona formosa, previously known as Clianthus formosis,) is also recognized as the state floral emblem of South Australia. Its iconic status and striking beauty has ensured its use as a popular subject in art work and photography. The Desert Pea has appeared in several releases of postage stamps depicting Australian floral emblems, and it features in Aboriginal legends.

Native Koori groups refer to the Desert Pea as the ‘Flower of Blood.’ This title comes from a story which tells of a young woman who escaped marriage to an old man by eloping with her young lover. The shunned man and his friends tracked, found, and killed the couple together with the relatives that sheltered them. Years later the old man returned to the killing field only to discover the ground was  covered with scarlet flowers we know as the Sturt Desert Pea.

Stuart Desert Pea

On his first sighting of the Desert Pea, the 19th century botanist and collector, William Baeuerlen wrote, “To discover the Desert Pea trailing its long roots over the red sands, with its soft ash-grey leaves and large clusters of magnificent flowers rising from the level of the sand, will behold a sight he is not likely to ever forget.” Famous for its blood-red, leaf-like flowers, each with a bulbous black centre called the ‘Boss,’ the Sturt Desert Pea remains one of Australia’s best loved wildflowers.

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Two lilies haiga

As Easter draws near, many bouquets of lilies are appearing for sale. Gardens too are filling with these gorgeous blooms. Everyone loves daylilies, (Hemerocallis), an attractive perennial flowering plant. As its name suggests, each flower lasts for no more than 24 hours since most species open their blooms in early morning, only to wither by day’s end.

A daylily has three petals, and three sepals—these six known collectively as tepals. The centre of the flower is often a different colour from the outside edges of its tepals, and six  stamens grow from the throat. The variety of colours now available in these easy to cultivate lilies is simply breathtaking. Enjoy them when you see them as all too soon they will be gone.

Grove of lillies 1

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Pleasures of the Garden, cover

Occasionally an irresistible book captures my attention, and a recent example is, ‘Pleasures of the Garden – A Literary Anthology.’ Published by the British Library, with selections made by Christina Hardyment, its contents contain excerpts of garden writing presented in fiction and poetry by a large range of voices. Many extracts are  also beautifully illustrated  with prints, oil paintings, and water colour images from the British Library’s art collections.

Gardens have been cherished in all times and cultures, as is noted in the writings of Tao Yuan Ming, a fourth-century Chinese poet, and Pliny, in first-century Italy. Closer to our times are the works of fiction, essays, poetry, letters and memoirs of Charlotte Brontë, Robert Louis Stevenson, Jane Austen, Rudyard Kipling and D.H. Lawrence. Through the pages of this anthology we are introduced to the gardens created and celebrated by many of the world’s finest writers.

Pleasures of the Garden

This literary treasury celebrates the garden as a place  of solace in a busy world, a retreat for lovers, and an earthly paradise. ‘Pleasures of the Garden,’ is a book that will be appreciated by those who love to visit, read, and rest in gardens, as well as those who create and tend their own.

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Carnival of Flowers

   “A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in—what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him, the stars.”

Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

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Bloomomg bed

   “The beauty of that day was almost staggering. After the wet spring, everything that could turn green had outdone itself in greenness and everything that could even dream of blooming or blossoming was in bloom and blossom. The sunlight was a benediction. The breezes were so caressingly soft and intimate on the skin as to be embarrassing.”

Dan Simmonds, Drood

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