| Over summer the neighbour was asked to slash the firebreak around the edge of the biorich plantation. He got over-enthusiatic and slashed between rows as well, plus turning the direct seeded area in ImLal South into a groomed football field. Presumably his 'tidy town' approach was not entirely accidental, rather motivated by a fear of fire spreading from the plantation to consume his property and home. Not too much damage, but the thickets of silver wattle (see below) are now fragmented. Shit happens – another random adaptation we will have to absorb. |  |
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