Ah… the bats…A second flowering of the majestic yet sappy, blue fig, flowering for the second time this spring and autumn, have brought the bats back to a less hostile environment. They keep me awake, as they decimate the Quandong. This morning, walking out before day-light, I stumbled over a carpet of flowering branchlets.
Fluorescent fungi, glow warms guided me down the track. A log, semi submerged in the fast running water. Illuminated, full length with glowing fungi, reflected in the ripple and swirl of the receding flooded creek. Looked like a miniature Titanic, ablaze with light as it slowly sunk. A magic moment for me……….a minute or two worth sharing.
But soon disillusioned, as soon as I got to Mullumbimby viewed a man with a spray pack on his back. He told me he was spraying round-up/ No protection, he said he doesn’t breath it in. He also said he had to complete his round before too many people were around. Single sparse leaves. A public space.
And what was being sprayed.