Eucalyptus & the oak live here too, although the former was brought to California one hundred fifty years ago, by the Aussies with fever in their eyes. The native, the predecessor, gnarled and stooping like an old man, waited all these years for the new stewards of the land to strike back against the tall, stern invader.
I come home to an uneasy household. Oak is the older inhabitant of these hills, but Eucalyptus was brought here by the will of others. Brought by the will of others, unless you consider the will to be the blind drive to grow and propagate wherever given ground to do so. Countervailing claims of adaptive superiority and precedence. I blame neither party for the conflict, and I don't envision any reconciliation. Sometimes the fight is what holds the fighters up.
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