Gardens are places of wonder, especially one like mine that borders the Australian bush. Here in the NSW Blue Mountains a eucalyptus tree was the source of great fun recently, but also a sad tale of pride coming before a fall.
Sometimes a tree, in this case I believe it is a Mountain Ash (Eucalyptus regnans) will release a long, long strip of bark. This one must have measured nearly five metres. My associate Editor Des and his friends Milly and Little Jack were desperate to climb it, and I really couldn’t blame them.
Oh the fun the three of them had, swinging in the breeze by the woodheap.
Now this all sounds delightful, and so it was…except for my own stupidity.
OK, so I haven’t worn jeans since I was sixty, in the spirit of trying to grow old gracefully. 😎 However, more than ten years on I found an old pair and was amazed that they still fitted me. Oh vanity, thy name is Pauline. I was so pleased that I decided to leave them on for the day.
Now those wretched jeans tricked me into thinking I was a fit young woman and I climbed onto an old chair to help Editor Des back down the bark ‘rope’. He was quite a bit higher up than his friends and had lost his nerve. The ground was uneven and to make matters worse, the seat of the chair is made of thick rubber bands. OMG, no wonder I overbalanced and came crashing down into a banksia.
Editor Des ended up in a grevillea bush, shaken but unhurt.
I nearly broke an arm and couple of fingers. It’s difficult to see in the following pic, but there was a lump the size of the proverbial egg.
When I went out next day the chair was in nearly as much trouble as me….struggling in the clutches of a dry, brown ‘snake’. Honestly, there is something very creepy about that bark. It has a life of its own. 😨
There was only one, rather drastic solution. Yes, revenge is sweet. 😎