When we first moved to Clovelly in 1958, there was a small tree growing among the rocks that we have never been able to identify. It had fine oval leaves and white scented flowers much loved by bumblebees. Eventually the tree died, but 35 years later, a long-dormant seed burst into new life, having been dropped by the tree some time during its life, and is now a thriving example of the endurance of nature. The bumblebees have returned to feed and pollinate and another sapling has emerged under its branches. This will be carefully replanted in my garden where I hope to continue its cycle of life.
If anyone has any idea what this tree is, please let me know.
The rock behind is home to our resident cobra, who lives down a hole and comes out to feed on frogs in the fish pond and nestlings in nearby trees, and enjoys lying in the sun on the concrete stairs.
The rock in front is my rock, and when I was a child it served as a ship or a car, depending on what the game was, and also has a natural depression that serves as a bird bath when filled with water!
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