The view from our shed is of these huge big camphor laurel trees. When I was a kid we lived on a big property outside of Murwillumbah (land of many possums) and dotted around the countryside were these thickets or forests of camphor laurels. I remember so vividly walking through them – the smell of camphor, the ground thick with the dry reddish brown crackling leaves. Inside the thickets everything was just so still and so quiet. Quite magical. They were beautiful.
Unfortunately, unbeknownst to me as a little munchkin, Camphor laurels do great damage to the environment, particularly in Northern New South Wales. Go here to find out more about the evils of the camphor laurel!! Such beautiful trees, but so destructive….bummer.
Unfortunately, unbeknownst to me as a little munchkin, Camphor laurels do great damage to the environment, particularly in Northern New South Wales. Go here to find out more about the evils of the camphor laurel!! Such beautiful trees, but so destructive….bummer.
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