Photo: Seven Mile Beach, Gerroa The silver grey trees on the dunes are banksias. While I have written of banksias quite often in my Blue Mountains Journal, these are a different species, not in flower at present. I learnt something new from the signs at the national park that borders this beach – aboriginal people swished banksia flowers in water to make a sweet drink.
Musing:
From Dover Beach by Matthew Arnold (one of my all time favourite poems)
“Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.”
Musing:
From Dover Beach by Matthew Arnold (one of my all time favourite poems)
“Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.”
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