I’ve always been fond of the bottle-brush (aka Callistemon).
We had one in our front yard of the house in which I grew up in South Lismore. I remember when dad planted it, it seemed like a fragile little thing. The last time I drove past the house, I noticed it was still there, almost as tall as the two story house itself. I think dad would be happy to know it has survived for thirty to forty years.
Until earlier this morning, I’d never really noticed the bottle brush in my street in Surry, Hills, Sydney. But as I made my way down the street to get a haircut, I was literally stopped in my tracks by the beauty of this one. The colours are vibrant, even if you can’t necessarily see them in my photograph taken on my phone.