I live on the far south coast of New South Wales, Australia. A wild place where the forest meets the sea. A place where there is a Bloodwood Tree. It’s a towering eucalyptus species that grows in the forests where I live. Its soft, red bark is like a mixed-berry crumble. Its sap is fluid and bright red, like blood. Its wood is soft, by comparison, and its gum nut like a goblet of wine. She’s the mother of our local forests. And a fine place to sit in her shade, to carve, to read or ramble.
