As we demonise the spread of camphor laurel, a spread, aided and abetted by the very species camphor saved after the wholesale destruction of their food source. Maybe we should pause and marvel at the majesty of a mature camphor tree and marvel at the accidental wisdom of our forebears.
I pull out the seedlings where the don’t belong, as every gardener does, but honestly the destruct of a mature shade bearing monument with no replacement in sight?


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