Stories from my Sketchbook . . .
When I take the girls for their walk in the late afternoon Maudie and I often play ‘ball’ with one of the many banksia seed pods that litter the park floor. It started because I never remembered to take an actual ball with me when we went out (getting three dogs out of the house with them and me still intact is often enough of a challenge) and continues now because Maudie really does seems to enjoy chasing the pods. They bounce around at weird angles, are (apparently) eminently chewable, and, if she loses sight of the one I threw, there are plenty more of them lying around to start the game over. (In case you were wondering—Mabel and Molly are above all this sort of nonsense and tend to watch these antics from a disdainful distance.)
Apart from our game I can’t say I had ever really given the banksia pods much more thought. When they are lying on the ground amongst the other leaf litter, they don’t seem all that special. They’re kind of dark and dingy and unremarkable looking. But, when doing some reading last week about seeds, I also came across some amazing photos of seed-pods and this really opened my eyes to just how extraordinary these banksia pods are. And beautiful. They have have all sorts of cool nooks and crannies and weird little nobbly-bits . . .
. . . and it’s not just banksias. I have discovered there are so many amazing seed pods out there (see here for some amazing pics) . . . and it seems completely obvious to me now that I have spent the last 58 years of life walking around with my eyes shut! How could I not have known about all these gorgeous things before? And how could I not have sketched them? Well, Spring’s finally here . . . so no more excuses . . .
(Fair warning. You may be inundated with sketches of seed pods from now on. I am completely enamoured . . . )