As a society we are obsessed about what its is to be beautiful. Midland trees don't have perfect bodies, lush canopies or stunning, brightly coloured flowers. These trees are not there en masse like a city of trees, but just odd trees, dotted in the landscape, like true country folk. These trees wouldn't get a Vogue modelling role, voted Miss or Mr Universe or Tree of the Year. They are not airbrushed to perfection, not beautiful in terms of qualities, such as shape, colour or form.
But the Midlands Eucalypts do have character. They are reflections of their landscape, and the seasons they have witnessed. Their twisted gnarled trunks reflect a life of hardship and struggle, in a climate that's not always kind, long dry summers, harsh cold winters, and strong winds, taking their toll. Each bump and burl, reflecting a battle fought, survivors on the battlefield of life.
Each tree is an individual, experiencing life differently to every other family member, no two trees are exactly the same. Just like our families, same parents, same look, but each child is different, reflecting their own true character.
Some Eucalypts have suffered more than others, scarred by life, losing limbs, leaving a hollow in their trunk. These hollows are filled with birds, such as parrots, looking for a good home to raise a family. And thus, the tree becomes a community, providing a community service for the thousands of creatures, that live and make homes in their bark and leaves, and for those birds that feed on them. And each tree has a particular combination of qualities, that makes them different and unique. And for me, each tree oozes character, and that makes them very beautiful.
The picture above is Eucalyptus pauciflora, or Cabbage or Snow Gum, still surviving despite a major mishap, and now a beautiful seat to rest on my walks. The picture below is of its bark, also beautiful.