memories ... of Clover Arboretum ...

 It was back in 2007, when I stood here

 ...when I sat in that wonderfully crafted rustic chair.  It was around 4.30 p.m. in April, 2007 and the air was C R I S P.    We'd been touring Victoria for the Autumn leaves, and a taste of winter.  

in part this sign reads: A workers camp became an Alpine Village, home to men from all over the world, and their families...

The workers built the steps and stone walls by hand, converting the workers camp into an Alpine Village over a six year period. (these were workers for the power station, and dam)

Located under one of the houses within the village was an unofficial Post Office.  The children who lived here went to school at Bogong Village, a short distance away.  During winter, on days of heavy snow, the boys would take turns sitting on the bonnet of the bus, clearing snow off the windscreen so that the driver could see the road.

It was here I saw a Ginkgo tree for the first time, not only that, but it was home to a birds nest too, that was a bonus!  I wonder what bird had owned it?  The scars may be testimony of a fire about four years previous.

A few leaves/treasures, were gathered and placed between something or other at the time, to keep them flat and dry, to remain intact for the 750 km. journey home.

 Some time later, no longer did the leaves look so lush and green.  They became my Ginkgo Girls instead; I don't know what made me do it :).  With nigella seeds for eyes, the lips and hairdo are still ginkgo leaves, cut to shape.  

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