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Geebungs


When I stopped to photograph the yellow tree trunks I noticed this flower.  I was quite excited because I knew of of the existence of such flowers but had not seen any.  Geebung is their common name and Persoonia their botanical name.

Funny thing I found when doing my research ,,, Persoonia has the common name Snottygobbles in South and Western Australia. Weird huh.

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  1. *chuckle*
    One is tempted to be very 'stateist' in response!

    As soon as I read the NSW name, I though immediately of 'The Geebung Polo Club' by AB Paterson.

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  2. I immediately thought of that poem too,

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  3. Geebung - love the name. It's such a pretty flower too.
    Snottygobbles! LOL :D

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  4. All three names are funny--seems unfair that one plant should have so many grin-inducing names.

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  5. The Australian flora! What a lovely little flower, never heard of it.

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  6. I've never heard of Geebung before. I thought it might have been a nickname.

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